I asked you like an ocean
waves massages into sand
my requests became inquiries
and the tide clothed my hands
The last thing I remember
you saying passed like a moon
changing cloudy wardrobes
thinking about outfits for June
You said there is no guru
preacher sage or mage
I would need to consult/impress
or give more of my time
All those adorned with praise
stand just like me
we are all wearing gravity garments
and have dirt underfoot
"We split the beams and bones where we reside
we dispel the myth of time forward and behind
we live to love and give now everything we find
in an eternal moment, with heart soul and mind"</center>
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