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May 2020
folly
jest
ruin and unrest
help me rise
to heights below
the sinking into
and plunge
to depths above
the waking up from

no sense, unsense
nonsense be had
come on, go on
take flight, be mad
the end of this
too near to hear
blind eyes don’t see
lies meant for fear

hold me now
closer now
center me here
together now
surrounding grace
within the place
the space
that both  
will meet
Billie Marie
Written by
Billie Marie  49/F/Ocate, NM USA
(49/F/Ocate, NM USA)   
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   RAJ NANDY
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