Attraction

Frenzy

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Intimate

Confusion



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Yet remains the world,
Like low tempo carousel procession...
Messaging me homesickness
for return to the muted dark;
the forest of dreamers:
threading ripe powers,
thinning ringing fear,
swelling in limitlessness, finally,
squandering idle worship of certainty,
so we may dare a sweep back to our illumine home.














Poem entitled "Jurant of Salvation or Preservation"