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Apr 2017
Prowling night,
  moon priest
hooking sermons
     to stars,

a yellow crescent lecture
bending light
  in a way
     out of time.

Ditch it all
  to link up to
serenity's  field.

     Pull out
       a dream

attach it on
  this invisible kite
      
full sail rip
    surrendering to open violet

     sky bloom
        cloud burst

        let go,

find the sermon inside
  listen to it glow.
Styles 12
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