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 Aug 2015 Savion
CA Guilfoyle
A fevered pulse
though sweat moves slow
as night falls
fast upon our bed
breath of steam
we float like dream
to fill the hollows
sink, we swallow
the light of gold
we seek to follow
hear a blue calling
under the ache of stars
as the moon blooms
softly sallow.
 Aug 2015 Savion
wordvango
why red
 Aug 2015 Savion
wordvango
and do i see the same red as you?
If a leaf falls from a tree why that one?
Why is bark of trees hard and coarse.
Can not a man be, tall and hard as an oak?
Or evergreen , on the side of a mountain in harsh
conditions be, just as soft and beautiful
or is it nature and heredity, not divine interventions,
that makes me me and you you a tree tall
a flower vulnerable?
Why do leaves have veins and I have too?
All this wild anatomy chasing theirs for their procreation.
The cats are theirs and ferns do what ferns do,
mold spores tickle my nose and pollen flies endlessly
into the tops of mountains over the tallest trees and
laws are manmade, the rest is vertically inspired.
Colors are but distinctions, artists know that.
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