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Aug 2018
Even in wee hours, in pallor of moon,
distilled truths stir (for a moment)
within our soil-filled planters
intent on co-mingling, waltzing
nearer and nearer to the flame

Onward, my faithful friend, we must
release that which binds us to fear
living just beyond the space between us -
we allow light and life to nurture and heal
the lesser seedlings we've neglected -
even breaking through encasements,
shadows, the life force within rises.
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