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Tenant Oct 2019
Goodmorning sunrise blooms
Wave crash against midpoints sand dune

The beckoning of a flower in snow-drops
Icy sheets, a snowflake gallop's across your nose.
Rosy blush with the plumpness of a cheek

Cheery blossoms are of a distant past
chrysanthemums now, how long will they
Last
Flowers seasons
Half ways are not halfs,
They're two thirds or more,
The midpoint does not account
For the prior doubts,
The self empowerment,
The fights against our louder inner judging voices.
They're midpoints,
But most of the world
Is hidden from space,
Things are in all 37 dimensions.

Half ways is just a reminder
That though most of the work is done,
It's the last half that lead to an end.

— The End —