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More than anyone stands within, sits with no one at your side.

Dim shy creature feet stalking imagery... 
stop where life stops, but do not end.

Like pictures of his voice lines link backward
to rivers licking faces of light.

Rock-fed ringing brook at orange leafy twilight's edges
loops the mouth of shining moose who bends on tongues
who've lapped at mirrored time in thirsty circles.
Now steal back on quiet pads along essential

rivers to sit down and wait in ways you've always waited.

THE SAME DEAF LOVE LIVES ON QUAKES MOMENT'S FLOWERS.

 

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