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Nov 2017
"Root"


We pass as wild and frenzied things
       forever in a roil
To slake innate capacities
       in pleasure or toil.
Our begging moments sensefilled plunge
       as lemmings do, plop a time
Commenceless ocean, a thought sea
       we innocent name mine
And fission self and other.
Mark Wanless
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Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
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