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Apr 2020
This morning
I wandered
Through
Postures
Familiar
And true,
Seeing
Doing,
And knowing,
And being,
And the edges
Between them,
Until
I
Fell away
And there was only
The practice.
Scorpius
Written by
Scorpius  Lafayette, LA
(Lafayette, LA)   
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