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always this from above
exquisite strains
life flowing
not down but
through a drain
a sieve- call it give
and if yer in it
to the wary end
no force
nor getting off course
no out of bounds
nor being trailed by
a pack of hounds
this poem of feeling
blending with the
of this morning
blasted- everlasted
words will take flight
floating in the night
out cross the bay
to that bright-
bright shiny day.......mark