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May 6
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
Friends for Dinner
Written by
Friends for Dinner  Some Strange Nebula
(Some Strange Nebula)   
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