Poem: Blurred

 

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night falls till there is no dark.  each star fluid as a child's stare in a glitter-spark waterfall of sundrops swept by wetfires of leaves.  a waltz of crossroads where larkowls bid Hesperus and Phosphorus to perch. where bees foam mothy in a noon-merged witching hour.  Phoenix pirouettes with Nightingale here.  earth-rich roots curl wispy through strutful meteors and twlight comets. 

 Here.  This Joy.  This Beginning.  This End.

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8/5/25  Satre's no exit has nothing on this

7/19/25 ... more playing around... brutal reveal of inability

2/19/24 ... super difficult poem, should never have wrote it

2/2/24 ... mods

10/1 ....  took out a word

8/18 ... took out a word

5/21 shortened second phrase

5/6 "to" replaces "in"

5/3 significant mods a couple hours after posting