Of course it exists. Let it be grasses, hollow
identical plumes that rise
structural, bowing, the color of manna,
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My Aging Lover in My Arms, the Dharma
affirms itself: the simple truth of how
things are. 1 long fall of water
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This earth is sown
with salt. And it blossoms
wholly, beatified now by a thing
...
Here, purples of salvia cast
tiered whorls of shade
from each small dark torch.
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