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talk around the mists must be somewhat warmer .....and beaches have to sweat with poets ..................and painters of love ...............I doubt we’ll use names there .......for to me you’re always new .........drinking and thinking our only constant ....this boat we row has been around ..............ten-thousand paints and poems .........so who are we to change the water level? I’ve created spaces using nothing more ...than sand and slight regret ..yet our garden plants itself .watered by work and wise decisions .....no, I don’t want old time to go ..........I like it here in emptiness ....we float as children’s hammocks ...and the words I read speak of changes unmade .adjustments to this wheel we roll ............so round and high and mighty ..........and whose course is known by stars? .........who dictate when our bodies meet? ........our heads are never separate ..................take my hand I leave for you .............your smile a girl I loved one day .let the power of our vision .....draw the guidelines of our lives .......amen outside a freeze of beauty |