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Essence the marrow the bone structure cheek pillow jumbalaya—we’re all jumbled and mixed, atoms melting and moving—the harmony of the spheres—what is really inanimate? Who animates? What is animation but movement of still life pictures, pulling strings puppet jaws clacking ventriloquist. Something is speaking through me. The current runs and hums like the high buzz of fluorescent lighting which becomes more audible with each extra ounce of attention I pay—I’m measuring my coins in the offering. I’m counting my blessings in the offing. My gratitude list spools and turns like ticker tape, ever-growing, ever-evolving. When you and I touch, our molecules blend. See, there is no separation, there are no easy boundaries or definition. To define is to limit. There are no hard and fast lines to draw in the sand—



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Poet and Tarot Reader, specializing in Water Cartography
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