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Monday, August 27, 2007

I make selections from dreams or lists or lists of dreams
And given my most insubstantial so(u)l(e) to judge these choices
and the wet, bleeding machinations of real living
A result results, and slits through membranes of now to then
then sutures up the past, trying not to leave a scar

The more these people try living (err, do living, "there is no try" -Yoda)
those stitches weave the flaps of our innermost workings
in a human quilt

Patchwork, that we could fly above and see
That dancing body of god ground under our deftly blind maunderings
through the possible. That it remains intact, is the miracle.

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