THIS IS NOT FOR LATER
Later can wait.This is for you,me and
this moment
Outside even the Cancer Wolf Moon is
clouded
Inside,the room fills up with books of
new poems
They do not care if any eyes seek
them
They await the indeterminate act of
dreaming
For,if every thing is conscious/and all
of us are One
There is a story locked inside every
Russian doll
And layers of onions ,and shales of
Troy
dig up gold that once was
anothers.
Her bones were once silver,her hair
all bright gold
Her painted nails something beyond
bought and sold
No matter her years,no matter how
old
She was made for her age,not
anothers
Owners will change,like ashes and
graves
become Real Estate hiding new
horrors
All that we are is made for our
time
Those who follow-must make their own
stories
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