Our swim, this afternoon; echoes in me, in my evening bath.

Aching arms, a sunburned face; and a nose, that runs like a faucet.

All worth it, to clasp your hand in dive; and forget the pull, of gravity.

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This stone road, divides the trees; until far above, they meet in canopy.

Down the way, pearl-gray clouds are showing; trunked arches forming, a gate to the sky.

As above, so we walk below; leafy walls growing, our path of air.

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Profound; this hole in my heart, barbed edged as it scours me.
A new current running through my blood, that ravaging pain.
All my pieces in disarray, black, scrambled in my mind.

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What fortune, is existence; to be, and experience.

Pain and joy, point me to myself; blessed again, with consciousness.

And my heart, teaches me to seek the good; who could be poor, with such treasures?

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