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	the partition of an end
	allows the dragon to see
	what the flowers do hide
	behind a river of black
	with thorns on one side
	microbes longing to be

	in step with every trend
	i wear a gold tie tack

	in a field of deep green
	with a sky of remarkable hue
	the man in earth tones is seen
	his deep set eyes are blue

	those eyes surveyed the world
	with deep interest and intent
	many mysteries yet unfurled
	and false knowledge he is sent

	staring into the bleak distance
	wondering at some lost meaning
	analyzing life's every instance
	dissecting how society is leaning

	he lifted his arms spread wide
	overwhelmed and asking why
	questioning how we lived and died
	not knowing but wanting to try

	as a subtle reply or answer
	his world then slowly opens
	the sky falls to a dark cancer	
  

	my liberty is but a dream
	my soul doth writhe within my chest
	i down six more amphetamines
	my mind transcends from plane to crest

	quantities of apes i see
	laughing at the steps i take
	like a twisted parody
	they whirl as eddies in my wake

	the for bear walls of a cell
	the harsh illusion that will confine
	a consciousness which i sell
	to the enslaver of my mind

	my stamina is sapped away
	by the visions before rigid eyes
	of caviar upon a tray
	but this will not redemption buy

	i come before a sapphire pool
	and hope again within me grows
  

	ice:
	cold, white
	smoothness lost
	to a thousand
	blades of steel
	crossing, gauging, circling
	slivers thrown up
	by sliding feet
	the surface marred
	magic gone

	water
	(merely
	 melted ice):
	heated, channeled, sprayed
	on the scarred ice
	by a machine
	with slow ovals
	freezing
	unity restored

	i am
	the Zamboni driver

	We met one place in time
	Meditating in a playground 

	  Children's clarity of vision
	  Showing the truth in Soul
	  And the strength in Love

	We met during summer
	Reading a seagull's journey

	   Souls dancing together here
	   Loving, discussing, teaching
	   Complementing each other

	We met during winter
	While learning and growing

	  Souls loving, words difficult
	  ``Come fly with me?'' I asked
	  She said, ``Actually...''

	walking through mountains
	on worn sandals, weathered feet
	stopping near a clearing
	for breath and drink

	he saw a dragon there
	of green and blue and gold
	a small footless One
	singing, playing in the sun

	    she could not walk
	    yet loved Earth the same
	    lying on her tired back
	    viewing Time upside down

	he saw Soul exposed in play
	of one old still growing
	blinked a tear stained eye
	wondered what dreams a dragon dreamt

	    she could fly with wings
	    of beauty and strength and grace
	    soaring through Spirit's sky
  

	dearest cari, the spite of fate
	be thou marry and free from hate
	faintest flow'r, thy eyes are bright
	in the shower of your warm light
	quiet beauty, so soft your voice
	e'er so sultry--thy form is choice

	dearest cari, so full of joy
	be not wary--with life do toy
	pretty siren, oh sing thy call
	life not barren when you stand tall
	lovely sparrow, thy wings may hold
	in your marrow the tale i told

	dearest cari, the spark of life
	like a fairy--the bane of strife
	flowing river, thy face is clear
	thou are silver--i wish you near
	a shining moon, thou art aglow
  

	Jeanne who stands, talks and laughs
	Who takes long, hot soothing baths
	She is happy--full of glee
	What a woman that she be

	Jeanne who lives, thinks and reads
	And dreams of green poppy seeds
	She is mature--full of mind
	A tasty specimen of her kind

	Jeanne who smiles and bounces
	Her brain: thirty-eight full ounces
	She is joy--life is prime
	Drink tequila with salt and lime

	there was a large red fan
	which hung from a red pear
	suspended by a string
	which was underneath the stair.
	many peaches in a can
	in the pantry of a king

	little effie happened by
	and spied this tasty treat
	caused a shortness of his breath
	and his heart to quickly beat
	the many fruits he longed to try
	not forseeing his eminent death

	returning to his cardboard box
	hungry after his long ride
	the king met effie and he said
	"forbidden fruit you have now tried"
	then he killed effie with a ceder block
	and found in his skull some gingerbread

Notes: inspired by e.e.cummings

         anyway,
         the cheesecake and the boat lights are calling me,
         and the man in the moon is laughing.
         the wind howls and the cold bites my toenails
         while the incense burns.
         a third-rate shaman may hold the answers
         that a master does not,
         and the buddha-nature of the lampshade
         will soon enough stare you in the face.