Shaman standing in the spin, surrounded by the silent men.
Stiff and supple, dancers move
to the sound of ancient grooves.
Back muscle, ankle, leaning in,
basking in the butterfly,
tucking in the tiger.
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In the midst of the rubble we must pick up our chins win sideways or not at all find the beauty in the butterfly wing soar on the ocean with...
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...