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Nov 2012
the lights, color

the arrow piercingthe falls, water
breathing, a tryst, keeping, a word
with a collectively, billowing heart, the race to enlightenment began.

‘to the woods’
‘to our minds’
‘in our hearts’ the arrival, the departure and a hole where we used to stand.
a hole in time, in space.  a hole.

i am a hole.
Written by
Zach Willett  Long Beach, CA
(Long Beach, CA)   
667
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