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Jul 2017
(joy incarnate
literally he meant
from carna meaning meat
a musical feast..!)

he danced a  dawn sweat
with acid and an e head
the buses and bikes
forgot the when and why...

the choking waffles
his mothers voice
and and and
soon to try..

soon...and wait..
the silvery sway
held among the
wither dread..read

and red and said
am i not fortune
am i not bled
this instant..

am i not blessed
i am part
am i not some
weeping hapless
wound..


part and parcel
string and wax
am i not belief
am i not gods

love..
his love of us
do i not leaf
and tree
am i not free..

do i got
do i some
do all
when and why..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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