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poem

I am your idea

linage of line

to the page

dedication itself

to your leisure

mystery lives in

the ones yet fleshed

and we are of

those very same we

truth in stares

ageless anchors

to a shore less angling muse

with the wrong door painted

as window

I now have full view

of your lush courtyard

from every angle I choose to look.......

(written Feb. 23, 2002 5am)

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