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Spinning a crooked circle,

finding time,

weave the right words,

define  what  used to be . .

e x c u s e d.

I'm standing up for me,

standing up to me.

Nose to nose,

double edged tongue of truth,

waste is disgrace,

circular cycle honesty,

walking steady in a loud SILENCE.

as THEY force decision,

so IT is. 

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i AM the ruddy raven,

no trickster here,

only serious whimsy

memory's wisdom,

wisdom's chance to fly,

red raven's wings,

feeling freedom's flow.

soaring,

you are not alone,

clouds & sky like family,

around you

their arms embracing,

all, around, you & me.

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shadows bend on fallen walls,

trees changed by seasons,

sparse...lonely...to lush,

sweet ashes...in our family soup,

drink in the sound...the shape,

those geo-altered awarenesses of day.......night,

stay,

but....stray.

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the weather, like my emotions,

began to modulate,

freely.

fog, like a blanket,

comforting strength.

a wave of fresh self confiDANCE,

dance,

sparking,

spiking,

manicured...topiaried green-ness,

within a desert-like, dry ocean.

convicted lost souls,

on their mission,

that relentless search.

technologies' material gadgetry,

the double-edged axe,

might be the best buy yet.

today is yesterday,

never learning from memory,

NEVER.

accepting true side-effects,

in our tomorrow.