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panta too

even though hugging myself
usually turns into a weird
and wildly spinning dance
my whirling wondering self pirouetting
inside kaleidoscopic patterns of
expanding wonder

my autumn blue
embraces your racing spring sky
motion joining motion
in mutual awe

there is magic
within the times of change, bobby
the intense light
the wild clouds' sound
thronging deeply
into our hearts

breathe deeply