The Tide
Another tideInsecticide
In which, I do today
Reside.
Getting to the root,
The source,
Digging in the ground,
Of course.
Sleeping in
This day of
Fire
Wondering
My heart's
Desire.
Crouching in
The fog, I
Miss
Life's so sweet
Abundant
Kiss.
5-18-09
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