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I tried to find the number. It seemed to make sense. They were so ordered, That 'tock' had gone silent. The barrel turned slowly, As gowns fell into place. Color, size, and shape Joined congruence with aye. A possibility of possibility Is enough to grant freedom, From all but the heart: But only at the start. Circles make straight lines. Belief pins the compass. True North or True North. Realization isn't on a chart. If you fail to see changes, Beaches are deprived of water. You can't come back again Until you have gone away. No gift but essence Frees a heart or mind. Life can only reflect life. Puddles are not people. ma 6/85 |
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