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Hello! My Yellow Gerber Daisy Bodhisattva Woman!

I


Won’t You come imbibe golden
icicle Satori with Me?


You say it’s my decision
 to make
              With softly chosen plans, 

You say it’s up to me
     Inside of
                artillary - guarded
                              mortar cans,



and what I have concluded
     is that
               it’s really up to You,

for I am not the One
           In the middle
           Of koo - koo katchoo...

I understand

  It must be breathtaking
 to declare yr soul
                              mate,
 but if y’all waits too long

  It just might be too late,

for Winter turns
 to Spring,

and just like
                Everything

We all must rely
     On the forgiving 
           Breath of Fate...

So please Ashlee
         Come with me
          To a place where
                 Water returns, 

& I’ll make It
                        Allbetter
& heal yr scars + burns

       Of past incarnations
        And
           Dramatic twists
                               And turns,

but also
         Must You know, too,
         That there is another
         In mynd for playhouse
                                        Games,
                                                   And
She only needs
     To wink at me
to loose these
ungreased chains,
                  Around my blessed
                                      Heart + mind
           To which I’ve 
                              Given names,
            Around a maypole 

             Of the soul
                                To wither all yr claims,

   Of my responsibility
                                         To You
             To make a decision 
                 Now

 (I’d like to do it for you, but haven’t any idea how)

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