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she said,

how long has it been since

we last saw one another?

i said,

i'm not sure.

i haven't been counting.

she said,

strange. i thought you

a bit more organized.

i said,

organized is for

the unoriginal.

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in the molten magenta that is this morning

when the birds are yet asleep

i feel the poetry that is me

silent and unconscious… unaware of

an offering of presence and existence

an invitation to make history of mystery

come to me speak to me

i am here i am spirit

i am ears… flame

i am yours

i dare not be without this worship that is

a meditation on excavated tenderness

a reminder to enter humbly the shrine

to lay flowers before the awaiting altar

to sing the opera that kneels inside my throat

to become the risen phoenix with the omniscient eye