Empty space, time and dimensions
A place Where clocks have no value
and time no meaning
A place in the mind
...
I think I must keep on writing
For if I should stop
I may never
Start again
...
Start with cold, fringed beaches,
Laced with Smoke and fog.
In a cauldron.
Add Cliffs and caverns
...
Fingertips
That brush my lips
That graze across
My closed eyelids
...
I prefer the way
That I’m living…To me every
Day… is Thanksgiving
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