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oh how I loved them
those halcyon days
burning autumn
in redolent piles
pungent cellulose
lignin alight on the air
smell of carbon
ambrosia emitted
from scintillate embers
crisp dissipate heralds
momentous of change
tell me who was it
stole them from me
from the vital molecular
eighteen percent of me
craving to savor the
mournful exchange
between carbon-based
lifeforms in passage
from here to hereafter
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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