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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





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