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Feb 2015
i am

i am underneath

melted slices of moon that mark lost time
and steal away the last flakes of sun

you left a void
that pulled me
once swimming through rhythmical currents
into stillness

i am

as the colors change
through golden glows to ashen grays
again and again and

i am underneath

dreaming of a quickening pulse
we once shared
a time
in the distance
where i could better map this
tilting sky

or forget it altogether
new version of an old poem forΒ Β song cycle
Morgan
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Morgan  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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   --- and Azaria
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