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Warmth is seeping through the cracks in the universe
Love thrives where order is suspended
There are no geniuses in open systems
Only survivors

That was the point I could make out the shapes in the fog
And the chicken began to taste like frog
I made the light at the end of the tunnel
Grow dimmer

Tinted blast of summer sprinkles
Distant tornado gusts, a lone butterfly crashes
Wind-tins jingle like spider crickets
Soon to be flooded again

I will be there, wherever you are
When the crawdads surf down the muddy reservoir
When you check the atlas of the human soul
For the 80th time you will realize that
I've always been there

Looking for signs of something to last
A glint on the ceiling from your windshield glass
Castagnet debris against my window pane
A ripple in the cosmos like a weather vane
Crash like a wave on the placid coast
Of nothingness

With noisy exhaust, scaring the birds
Describing a frost, forgetting the words
Beating their wings, dodging a cloud
Building a mall on the field that you plowed

Chased by a bumblebee over a hummock
Dissolved like a pea in the walls of a stomach

I want to crumble and disappear into the dust
Evaporate before I rust
I will leave my soul on earth
No hereafter
I'll be happy in the soil
Tickled and caressed
By the roots of the fancy wildwood

...materializing in the mists
I come from shrouded wilderness
a truth emerged though faint of light
Yours is a love that I can requite.
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