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Eye to eye

COLLABORATION POEM

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tiny footsteps ....

SHE WANDERS
PAST THE BROKEN SCHOOL HOUSE
UPON DREAMLESS STREETS
WHERE WE DWELL

child of the 1000 calamities
the dead minds of the enslaved population

NAKED THE RAW
TERROR
I SEE
I FOLLOW

WHERE IS SHE GOING ?
I WILL KNOW

where has the purity gone ?
where is the living prana ?
only the suffering
only these
small frightened moments
of simple clarity

                                                                   SONG
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                                                                      it is good
                                                                      what we know we are
                                                                           we
                                                                          shall never betray
                                                                            or
                                                          allow ourselves to be betrayed

                                                            we are the saviors of our time

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little my power

THE POWER IS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS

we are not fighters
we cannot overcome them

WE ARE THE GUARDIANS OF THE DOOR

in this time when people have allowed
material scarcity to impede upon
moral obligations

& spiritual understandings

I wander alone these brittle streets

if you would be free of fear
of death and these demons

be waiting for me  

I shall certainly
find you where ever you are

I SER HER
I FOLLOW
MY EYES ARE OF PURE GENTLENESS

YOU ALREADY KNOW ME
IN THE 1000 WAYS

                                                                      SONG
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                                                                            we only meet here
                                                                              this you know

                                                                                       on the streets
                                                                       in the most demeaning              
                                                                                  poverty
                                                                               now as always
                                                                               now as always