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Happy Friday. I hope it’s goin well.
Don’t forget to thank
The sun today. The God of warm.
And tonight, the moon—sweet
Argent light her Solstice rings
White midway every June.
Thank the cloud and
Drink the rain. Thank the
Pine needles for your breath.
And every flower a bee
Has named. And stone and wing
And bean and shell. Such
Gratitude serves Karma well.
And tolls the Master Maker’s
Bell—and seraphim alight
On peaks, and steeples speak
Unto “the king”—and lords and
Prophets, sheiks, and crowns—
These, the Maker wrenches
Down; as tables turned at
Temple time (when tarnished gold
Occults the rhyme
of hymnody); Upon a dime.
A snowflake trumps
the soul’s mute sound—
and parables, come
crashing down.
(A child of his
shall wear
no
frown.)
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The Sanguine Woods 
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