Sunday, September 28, 1997


in it is
the mystery of amar
breathing into each synthesizing letter
a secret fire
dancing simply with lights of perfections
arching over the sky, filling the earth, hovering the sea
unfolding clarity dropping thoughts like words of water
splitting open into some meaning
permeating the air
sublimated from a complex heart
found, discovered
like a special treasure blooming
from a dangerous misfit mind
perfectly imperfect

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