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Sep 2014
teaches
that we and our world
are contracted and clenched..
as we notice this clenching
our suspicions rise and we ask
is this why we are lonely
could there be more..if only..
so a search begins and
we find with chagrin
only more fists and this:
our search also is fist
this discovery of import
ends our search in a flash:
Relax now into that which
has never not been...
CharlesC
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CharlesC
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