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I do not bother God with too many questions. I watch with sardonic interest as ants continue to terrorize nations. The ugly I have found to be beautiful the root the gnarling trunk - everything under my hands and feet. What I see - I am. Writing poetry keeps me light-headed, I break words open to free their souls. I am crazy for all things broken. The air-conditioner is a hive of humming minds, most pillows are stuffed with whispers I know this as much as I know your restless dreams. Gulls scream their savage songs because the sky is all theirs. Ghosts do not bother me what does not seem to change - that, that alone bothers me.

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