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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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