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Incantate

We’re not always looking

for an ancient cadence.


Sometimes the many-pistoned

hum is enough.


The beginning and end

of every journey:


our freedom is to incantate,

our freedom is to turn to something new.


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He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way

I'm looking for the medicine, love. Haven't you seen it here? The fronds quiver and the sun whispers. But I'm looking for the medicine; my belly is empty. And haven't you seen it there? It has a name

that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot