i dream,

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i dream,

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Someday, everything

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everywhere aware to my senses

will have been aware OF

the sense it makes, that I had come along

.

before the woken hour of epiphany;

.

floating through the scramble

with every other body stuck where

the sap has spun firm in our cosmic day,

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I, with the firmament for a mind we

gods of mortality all tend

.

to project our divinity onto;

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I know someday will be come for the arrival

of souls outgrown by aspirations…

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I’m flying twigs up to the brownstone in

my eye;  I’m setting nests in my heart

for the other-castes too.   Got my spirit out

ranging free, for a flair of it’s likeness in loom.

.

A try on for a chance  no longer small by me;

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I’m pursuant, with my daughter’s future

in my knees.  Consumed by the sound

of my feet meeting the ground

and the breath that I breath.

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And my arms are feeling short on me.

.

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- Tone.Are

.

…

.IN DEDICATION TO THE MEMORY OF DONNA FOUNTAIN.

.MAY YOU REST IN PEACE DONNA, YOUR DREAMS ARE MINE.

…

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