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almost

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used to sit there
naked
contemplating
tarot

clothed in dimensions
realer than your half starved
greeting

almost cut my hair
almost told my tale
almost took you in

used to spirit belly talk
to tunes of maharishi incense
fresh baked organic

when abortion was a well told secret
and women met in batik salons
tossing truth in crystal laden
salads of pain and veracity

almost played that song again
resurrecting times nearly buried
almost lost that former self
to the dizzy strums
of collaged anguish