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Friends for Dinner
Poems
May 6
And you, my friend, will someday be known as "Dinner"
I am the verdant greens
The bushes and the trees
As I am all that breathes
Here
There
And inbetween
I am the rodent's cowl
Its smallness and its fright
And, too, I am the wolf
Its howl and mighty bite
I am hidden beneath the dirt
My heart's beat leaves cities cleaved
And my furies
They ride the sky
Torrential force-
Tossed mortal beings
And when I choose to sleep
My greens turn white and brown
And when all I could was weep
The Seas themselves
First kissed the Ground
Take time to note
That they still are kissing now
I
Am at One
When mine
Is made
Many
My mind
You call "The Sun"
Light divine
And ever-ready
Wrath
Is not my name
Though
Of both
I do have plenty
For the sake
Of this moment
You may
Call me
The Unending
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Friends for Dinner
Some Strange Nebula
(Some Strange Nebula)
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