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Meraki – The Love of Creation
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Deep loam callshumid ‘neath the firsand soaring cedarscreating a dark canopy of motionagainst the leaden sky. Deep loam callssilent size 4 footfallsbetween the swaying fernsand hoary beards of ancient giantswatching children play. Deep loam callsnarrow deer tracksovergrown green carpetssoft like feathers – the perfect bedfor childhood daydreams. ml’23 When you
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Ceraunophile
Feel the electric, ions charged,swooping down, bending trees,whole,it roars in my ears. I stand, feet planted,and wait for the tiger,to lick my face,in the dark. Hands touch, silent static,burning, unspoken heat,shadowed dark in the light,that flashes. Feel the electric ozone passion,chest hairs on end, breathing deep,I can feel the shingles,between