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sculpting Dawn arising
at my fingertips swirling
spectral dreams
whirlpools interplaying vortices
erupting volcanos
livingdying i do not control
the waves that flow through
continuously insinuating
discontinuities
river waves light waves
quantum waves
pulsing cataclysmic
far exceeding sound waves
such as these
i wave toward you
a jet streams contrails from SFO
to LAX or Burbank or Orange County
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a very lucky man i am i am
a motorcycle motor cycles
up the hill to Highway One
and with all these periodic orders
circulating inside out
unfolding intervals
at the psychic core
topo-dimensions co-evolving
biospherically
a dark-eyed junco pops out
for safflower seeds and millet
freshly scattered by me
both our tasks pink in plein air
and what more could i ask
of this January moon than
just so to be
january 2007
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