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I circumambulate the Terrace on my lunchbreak
one dappled breezy Wednesday early summer
stone Roger surfacing from rose-pillow (or
honeysuckle) the green so green a fluke
or Edencube (slighty dizzy) hint of goodbye
farewell to place, or poem (both, maybe) &
sensing a stone so preternaturally near we
glance, awry (mother, father in mind’s eye)
another skim of dimensions closer than we think
like still small voice smaller & smaller slight
change of pitch at matrivortex vast light-
whorled galaxy only tiny (Eternity-wink)
We come back to encounter another One
so near Love’s blind justice balances our
inner ear spirals to vanishmnt by oar or
wing like the little snail I saw this afternoon
pine-green lost on the sidewalk elegant
ouragan-eye unmovable dome, portable
home still small swirl delicate aimable
carapace helm of unknown soldier faint
whisper of Shakespeare in the milky hamlet
of his mind a cup of happiness overflowing
through Golgotha to an Arden ever-living
evermore corral of hands inwoven, implicate
& indestructible the little snailshell home
the universe in a friendly eye aye, aye
Captain lift anchor, Rose, & hoist away
ineradicable oak-stem (frothy halfshell foam)
6.27.12
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