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Repeated several times, consecutively, Maya becomes I am.
Barely an ice pick to iceberg tip,
we've discovered coverings,
tearing off layers of clothing from history's loins;
...

Three wars, one conflict,
fight for what is right!

Came upon a flying eagle in flight;
...

Courage dare supersede death, unlike other emotions,
whose policy is, don't hold your breath.

Courageous battles fought, soldiers on soil from oceans brought
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I sit upon a comfortable chair within a warm environment.
My body is not aching, nor is my mind turbulent, vexed.
Dead are entombed; fetus nicely sheltered in mother's womb.
Children play in fields of joyed wonder,
...

Is there no end to tragic space between us,
that oftentimes, I've agonized for?
My lover... oh friend,
let me not believe this our menace;
...

7.

Caw, caw, caw,
making actions speak;
plumed jaws
of open beak!
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Space race wars
Political chores
Mundane ores
Found on lunar shores
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I love you
I do
Enough to give us freeness
though barely to give, you.
...

I've heard this word sheeple
too bad they are talking about people
because who cares what they want
when wanting is akin to will?
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All this way from our past,
moving along sign posts
so many travelers
stopped only in periodic rest.
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Over atmospheric dust
rising above hot air
ballooned by fairy
clouds.
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This day magic comes against reality
reality against smoky mirror
mirror against soul
soul against a glimmer
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You may not agree with the way he dreams,
or even the way he screams;
it is the way he's helped so many others,
how he beams.
...

I hope veterans are well,
or America's going to hell.
Not in a hand basket;
only in a mortar shell.
...

You are loved
enchantedly held above esteem
of mere people, who are also loved;
though not as well as you.
...

Gaia coming out of her closeted space -
leaves not a trace of an arms' race,
which blasted out of its place
in disgrace.
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Maya I Am

Repeated several times, consecutively, Maya becomes I am.
Barely an ice pick to iceberg tip,
we've discovered coverings,
tearing off layers of clothing from history's loins;
penniless thoughts, termed these coins.

I've ran around spiraling into subjective sham,
believing myself, hip, smart as a whip
breaking sound barrier over ordinary people kings
grappling at their own groins
so conjoined.

Iam who I am, Maya
As Time/Space rips
matter facts in with sun hovering
vortexed to darkness shone
more than their shadows show, alone.

Creative science flows over dam
falling wet rumble, made into a drip
recovering
after drying on stones
where nutritive salts have blown.

Maya I am, Maya I am, I am, I am, I am Maya

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