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Lost, in the world wandering through a wilderness of civilizations through the mutations of the wind through the black-and-white radiation of mi..

What places are there In your soul In your untethered mind Where you reach out And, seek to find The darkest secrets, boiling black devotions Of..

When I awoke this morning I found I was a fragile flower Flagrant Perched on a sunbeam's edge I am inviting you to treat me, today As a special..

It is April and the whisteria's flowers are almost gone Only a few, lacey, lavender, old maids remain Watching the azaleas fade away Sighing as the..

We are on a magic carpet ride, On an undulating road of cloud, We are sailing through jade jungle halls, Over emerald shade, green light grown wall..

I did not return, To the far Salinas, The desolate salt flats, The white Salinas, Full of phantoms, Wanting to be, Haunting me, The Salinas of..

I am returning Back, to my desert Back, to my own space To my internal silences Where clouds do not linger Over my head Watching my every move ..

The desert eats up everything including shadows and rainbows eats the bones the thoughts the dreams eats desires and memorie..

Tree, oh, great tree, green tree, bark clothed in eastern shadows of the sky, shadows fallen from on high, fallen out of darkened clou..

Who was it then? Who told me to write this poem? Already here when I arrived the dragonfly with a wingspan as wide as my hand eyes composed ..