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[1]

Lay me down
Into the darkness
Of night
When the wind is blowing away
The shell of time

 

[2]

I can not eat a squid
Because it made love to me
In my dream
Having forgotten how that happened
But I remember
Its tiny body in me
The sky gray

 

[3]

Weary

Always there.
One flavor of Death.

We have invented many ways
To battle it - - -
We sleep it away
We bathe it away
We drink it away
We sing it away
We dance it away
We color it away
We dream it away
. . .

And we love it away