Composition lessons
Future plannings
A dharma meeting
And a friend
Ive been dancing with the bones of my father.
I can see it.
Yes, and I dream of sleep in cool water.
How else do I cut apart my loving indignations.
Should a ration out these indiscretions?
or send them full, in fathoms
I've been dancing with the bones of my father
I can see it.
Yes, and I dream of sleep in cool water.
A vulnerability in exposing myself in all to prose,fresh, however brief, was my art today.
See you tomorrow lovelies.

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