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Time echoes and resonates without language,
invests in green triumphal backdrop
below mystic blue sky,
splattered

Blossoming in yellows and spindling purples
blues and flaming orange,
fragile moments of fully fertile fractures,
flagrant erections of next generation's hope
for full coloring 
perennially emerging time

Through fields of grass enraptured
brown soil embracing gray rocks
and weathered darker bark
stretching back further 
surrounding time's ringing core.

This summer's full life greening;
filling in Elder time 
dressed in grays and browns
of dusk's deeper hue 
and carnal cry.

Time's newer lexicon
laughs through children
camping near a still-slogging river,
flowing time toward surfing Sound
from mountains of older swaying,
silently caressing,
singing time of trees
ripe summer leaves.

Newer times hum industry
in jetted skies
through rumbling valleys of human enterprise
swooshing lanes of hurry fueled time
rushed toward some end of prime,
planned,
pregnant 
yet unprioritized.

Drumming heartbeat
surfing breath
occasional tummy rumbles,
older times of human space
thundering through sublime octaves
of time's unrolling 
fractious memory.

New time smells green fragrance,
older organics fuel richer pungent payment
down into Earth's old-timed bones,
roots hunting her mysteriously flowing estuaries
floating fractured platters 
of Earthtime's universal recreation,
rumbling thunder
warning of ancient deep-timed darkening

Capturing time's enrapturing 
voices and visions
peering through silent black faced race
through insufficient space.

Knotted notch logged time
captured in this sacred place
grace fully crumbling time's investment,
forgiven and redeemed in last fall's brown bed 
of leafy fading trace,
succumbing to terminating time's
less aggressive multiculturing place

Logs 
reversing back into time's landed space
like fog
impervious to eyes missing her change of place,
convex branches 
remembering concave decay
as compost.

Time's darker elder face
haunts richer wisdom
but often fails to find just and righteous pace
for dominating white cultured mind 
to find
and recognize.
Elder dualdarker's bicameral timing rhythm
speaks best through red hearts' new-time memory,
transparently dark embedded cultural time
emerged as new found rich discovery
recovery through brighter light
most resonantly resolved
through polydreaming mightiest night.

Fear of dark raced time
begins with my own white placed skin
accepting time's inevitable dark embrace
within full-colored humanely timed race,
to see my wilting face
drawn back into time's dark souled core
dying into light's progenitor
once more
dark never-enough-right-time supremacy
through dark purgation's non-anthrocentric palatial door
toward dualdark eternal color rhapsodic place.

Time's song and dance
through nonexistential space,
my voice
our opera
time's compassion story.
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