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Timothy hill Mar 2017
It is of colors on the maple sugar trees.

Tis the day brightened the leafs.

Fall of mystery you two have wit.

Autumn, hazel snow once now gone.

Bird of song do you seek the worm of the day.

Early growth always meets the requirements.

Of a tree holding its own magnificent.

And proof of its very own certificate.

As once new bleachers stood holding hands so intricate.


You two may find life as an alternate.

A pulse of vibrant, and multi level consciousness.

Is what is seemed, going threw paradox-es as you would of a dream.

Thinking of life in a double blink reality like a gently breezes.


Hurricane, of spiritual breath taking care of settlers pairs.

Who the of grand robe address the stations on a granite counter.
Life mystrey, puzzle riddle.
Nat Lipstadt Apr 19
night/night
time/time
night overheats
                         wet awake, damp is the status:
mystery no more, familiarity brings unsurprise,
the machine issues environmental sounds,
cool air, deep cover, setup ~ perfect
wake up soaked/mystified/drizzled unhappy/awake to change/
meaning comes
                         /pieces of randome thoughts/movie trailer bite sized/

these are:
                sweating words/eager for realization/escape needy/impatiented
                by foible human/who needs sleep? is the unasked question...

dress for winter, may I? in May?????/!!!!!     /!\
                              ~change to summery
                                 "ACTIVE WEAR" at-tire<>
                                   skin expose<>  
                                     
  AM I NOT ACTIVE?
                              thus this oddity poem/product of sweat/
                              provides cooling panting/dog?
  am I a dog?
                              that would be nice!
                              sadly or nat~not, a human
                          o         verfilled / o        verflowing
                            tale telling from evrey pore/ Alcatraz                 escape/  recaptured/twisted  
                                                  d a m p
                             became a poem/d a m p is me
                             becoming/ reducing/emitting/inquiring/
                             enquiring/
                             aligned
will this be my last poem?

sweating with/from/AND
all the way over to............................................................Ant­icipation...
Avril 2025/18
300~330/am|AM
BAH HUMBUG

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