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Quieting My thoughts I observe An abundant river. The past And future Are persistent myths Sinking in sand While I eclipse God of the orchard Where peace and justice Sing like birds. My soul is a map Hiding beneath mind. Mind is a Storm simulation Of thick clouds Emptying On the tongues Of angels Whispering Deepening green, All, In a single gaze.

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