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Safe Harbor 

 

 

Who is it that we come to, if not to self;

unclothed, undivided, unwed to others in

spite of making appearance –

 

Gestures, laughter

a blurred vision of life unkempt;

a rainforest of uncertainty with each thought

set into motion-

 

Voices surround the unsung clamor; shelter

becomes the prism,  

harbored between self

and poetry

 

 

 

bkmackenzie

copyrighted 2008

 

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