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Poet Desire
We leave our separate solitudes
The shells in which we coil
To search for seeds of hope
In the seabed's saturated soil
Trawl the crowded seas
Of the white page
The glassy bubbles of thought
Flutter and escape and rage
The golden moment that redeems
The months of splintered time
Deep sea diving
For the inner heart rhyme
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Sam Scott
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