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rain, wash my face
Rain, wash my faceWash my tearsRemove the grit, the grime Hail, knock my headKnock my mindSplit my thought to Nothing Light, caress my heartCaress the SilenceBe my all.
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the light grows
the light growsmy hands to openand reach toward the sun. tendrils of sapwarm and applaudthe Awakener. a tremor of loveshouts in greenYou have come!
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the world laughs
The world laughs Its belly laugh As it guzzles pepto bismal
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the sigh of dawn
the sigh of dawn opens my breast to the thought and light of my radiant master.
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the curve of my thought
the curve of my thought eludes me in a forest of hunger and thirst. how to find the vanishing specter? sit still! wait for silence to scream here i am!
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