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Cosmic Shout
enhanced we are at times,
the split inside
rendered moot,
so we become integrated,
each psychic split molded
once again,
no cleavage,
our movements smooth,
those thoughts caught
on table tops
or slipping off cold, white plates
now hanging together,
as if God wanted
one not two,
unity not male,
not female,
the universe one big shout,
telling the answer
we long for each morning
as we wake.
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DEFINATELY a keeper!!!!!!!!!!! i love the way you write
(((HUGS))) and love (and thanks), karla. :)
Love Tinka