Jul. 19th, 2010

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Connected, disconnected, side by side
Or isolated wandering the road
We always know ourselves. With stubborn pride
We hold back from the universe. The toads

That linger in the desert, every pore
Shut down to wait for some forgotten spring
To show itself. The ocean at the core
Of every person, washing everything

And everyone, the 60 cycle hum
Of every beast above the notochord.
And patient angels, waiting, chewing gum
And bearing witness, sharpening their swords

Beside the entrance to the garden plot,
Distinguishing what is and what is not.

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