spring surge . . .night presses outits dark wine
by the moon. . .a bushcrawler toodons the divine
deep space . . .tonight its emptinessfills mine
navel gazing . . .a young monk unravelsthe wound
sinking deeperand deeper into itβthe moon pond
winter sea . . .an ancient silence wincestowards me
strayingbetween stars . . .my eyes
spring fever . . .flesh flexes stillover bones
moonlightsleepwalkinggas clouds
spring rainbow βthe colour of lightfinds its voice
blinding light!knees bloody the road to Damascus
awake again βjust the wake againof Charon's boat
all the things that make me go hmmm ...music break
mosaic eyes . . .a dragonfly assemblingGod's likeness
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