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*how this came and come to be, from gone to come to gone rediscovered but unreleased, a passage thematic that birthed fully formed, formal in its inception, contented in its first appearance and its primary coincident deception who wrote this? not me? could not be! yet a scented hint of eau d’familiarité suggests that I may have inadvertently plagiarized myself this old poem mine, we certifiably have never met, but nonesuch a hail fellow met, that upon our (re?) acquaintance, the heavens marked the occasion with hail and neither of us deemed it strange so we well recall our ancestor’s words* ”there is nothing new under the sun” adding our brand new imprimatur ”not even June or the Moon or other iconic loons” *we may have borrowed from the insights, recollecting what happened to us when separated at birth, envisioning like the prophets of yore what was implanted long before  we remembered it well upon its birthday our intertwined twinning fate befallen*    postscript **quaking heart, trembling pointer dawning and dying simultaneous neither tissue, cell, molecule, i am but a composite of letters, alpha bits and bets, recirculated songs and tunes born like me, compromised, bridged, newly un and recovered, lengthy and unabridged, my appearance faulty, my eyes ****** ruddy and red, my fingered tips blend and bleed words acquired, words invented, marching before me, old lands recaptured, new ones set free take and give - there’s no difference - intimation, initiation, all bring me home to where my boundaries begin** <•> this one, for the ladies who loved its predecessor https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2367267/the-temple-of-you/
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Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
reminding me to remember what has yet to occur
*how this came and come to be, from gone to come to gone rediscovered but unreleased, a passage thematic that birthed fully formed, formal in its inception, contented in its first appearance and its primary coincident deception who wrote this? not me? could not be! yet a scented hint of eau d’familiarité suggests that I may have inadvertently plagiarized myself this old poem mine, we certifiably have never met, but nonesuch a hail fellow met, that upon our (re?) acquaintance, the heavens marked the occasion with hail and neither of us deemed it strange so we well recall our ancestor’s words* ”there is nothing new under the sun” adding our brand new imprimatur ”not even June or the Moon or other iconic loons” *we may have borrowed from the insights, recollecting what happened to us when separated at birth, envisioning like the prophets of yore what was implanted long before  we remembered it well upon its birthday our intertwined twinning fate befallen*    postscript **quaking heart, trembling pointer dawning and dying simultaneous neither tissue, cell, molecule, i am but a composite of letters, alpha bits and bets, recirculated songs and tunes born like me, compromised, bridged, newly un and recovered, lengthy and unabridged, my appearance faulty, my eyes ****** ruddy and red, my fingered tips blend and bleed words acquired, words invented, marching before me, old lands recaptured, new ones set free take and give - there’s no difference - intimation, initiation, all bring me home to where my boundaries begin** <•> this one, for the ladies who loved its predecessor https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2367267/the-temple-of-you/
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nat-lipstadt
99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
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