Long Absolutistic Poems

In our wildly indigenous
western town
we have a notorious Ancient GoodWitch.
Like GrandMother Moon,
she seems to emerge with a new, yet old,
community healing process
about once a FullMoon month.

I heard she would like to co-facilitate
a Future HealthWealth Community...

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Vane glorious and absolutistic,
     though I defiantly,
     cavalierly, and blithely attest
Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy
     mine acidic breast

houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic,
 ...

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Acquisitive anguish arising within my acceptant abyss

The creatures that lurk within the deep 

Are without hope and sustenance

I awake aimlessly with thoughts that have gone awry

Every nuance of my being accumulating auspicious hell

For amidst the...

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