My images come from where
we are not born as of yet into body.
My toes lift off a wooden floor
as dream particles swim and churn
and wildly simmer to shore.
Washington Square park sits wide open
while Chinese elders swing to silent music,
Tai Chi mystery meditation ensues.
Can two places at once give us hope?
How strong is the desire to be free?
What nonsense brings forth
may be true,
may save us even from rue,
while mere vapid words
never shall reach
our heartcore's deepest
and dearest blue.
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