raw morning edges past
the golden stain of the sun
remembering the words
our nightmare selves forgot to say
at the end of the plunge
at the blackness, whole
swallowed bitter and complete
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I am for an art that has the power to knock your socks off. I am for poetry that already has. Author, musician, educator, scatter brain. Proudly serving the global community since 1984.