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I danced for the Lord.Earlier, I lay on my grandmother's sofa, feeding the dog chocolate, considering the televegangelized tears of the preacher. He was moving me. I was stirred. He asked the souls where he was and the souls at home if they wanted to be better, if they…
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Tap shoes are the portal to the opening of heavens that will ignite me with the highest voltage of electricity, give me the gift I was meant for at birth. Prophecy.
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Why did he seek punishment, if he felt no guilt? Why this empty conscious, though he had done such evil?
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Larry’s unwashed hands held a cardboard sign. Two largely printed words that would, every now and then, elicit a thumbs up. “Got Pot?” was the only question he really wanted an answer to.
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Not yet confident enough, for example, to feel free to interrupt, to suggest, to demur; not free of his desires his urgency (‘in the morning, fiddle diddle dee, when I rise’)
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We all heard the audible skill you had, speaking smoothly of our lives, saying audibly what has driven us, who are huge with night, rising with its origin inside and the clear water running past, beyond, behind, and after us.
To fear utterance in th
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I counted telephone poles sticking up from the ground and the seconds in between them.
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Was it only for the vast dance of the darling soul, that you were born? Not to give up your genetics? Made for the use of the future, were you? I should have known. I heard the wind that swirled within you, even then, when we were so young.
You were
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She was thirty when he was fifty, new minded when he was classic new school, and she had a mind like an essayist with championistic Scrabble vocabulario.
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Wild bore the wind down on me, coming out of the heavens that turned around the stars of the evening. The longing and the appetite at work in the body, all tickling to open a girl’s mane, gaping, health-giving crossroads to the body. Hail and farewell t
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And I watched,
from her warm bed,
the curtains dancing
in the window
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Flowers I didn’t like God or else nature must have had some brief happiness over. But it’s just forgetfulness for an old goddess like me, goddess of the moon, of hunting, of chastity once, since now I have changed. My opened flowery bosom went on to bec
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“Gorgonzolla!” The remnant croaked, his eyes wild as he thrust an open hand in Jaffron's direction. A burst of energy tilted Jaffron's pod on its axis and sent it hurtling backwards...
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