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Jul 2017
you are the fruit of the sky
you bring me to bliss
i am a wanderer on your fertile plains
soak me in your sunlight
bathe me in your splendor
i surrender everything

the butter thief plays his flute in my heart
i sing his praises
all sound comes from silence
in the divide between mind and space
all our desires shake and tremble

blinded by love
goddess knows the hours of absence
are the tenderest among men and women
hours and days pass in the swiftest fashion
how about we lay beside the river and watch time drift away
the spray of the waves catches fire
i am consumed in sparkling destruction

devious and deceitful
longing for your flesh
this lust is luminous as the dawns
cows trickle out from the heavens
like thunder i am swept away by your words
selves are silent
swords are blinding
gardens of perfumed flowers
jasmine and patchouli
crash like the ****** of cattle

move out from your caves
gallop away into the dark night of borrowed vision
move away from your homes
and dance circles in the forest
i am breathing
i am seeing
i am sweetly drowning
in soma
Ganesha Michael Shapiro
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       The Sick Red Carnation and Lora Lee
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