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CINQUAIN #28 Placing resin Into mortar and pestle I grind in ritual to reconnect With my soul lost in the windy day I hope As I Light the disc of Charcoal, blowing on it gently for My feet to touch the ground this evening. I drop Burning heat Into the thurible covered In slivers of Read more
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Cinquain #23 When I Consider something lost it Really isn’t gone. It is here Somewhere and this includes my mind gone wandering Away from Home for Reasons I don’t know. When it left I wasn’t paying Attenion to my thoughts and perhaps my mind Was hurt. I’d been Weeding the garden and It took so Read more
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