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Age has brought it nearer. The more I acknowledge it the closer it surfaces. It does not care for the cosmos, for bright flowers, or sunsets. Its eats all that stuff - chews them up into words. I am done describing it. It's not specific. it glows with a perfect ignorance, it’s as innocent as a rat in a cheese factory. It’s creaturely, a minor deity goats feet and a penny whistle. It breaks a mind ripple then tsunamis’ my pond with a fish hook. As I age it occasionally peeps out of my pores, it’s puppy dog eyes asking how it got to be me?

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Date: 8/26/2022 9:41:00 PM
Every line of this is epic, especially the goats feet and penny whistle, the innocence of the rat! I was told a dream of a jelly baby in the dreamer's pocket; it is alive but will die unless it is cared for. Elizabeth
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