look at each other, only desire . . .
there is not wall between us or behind
which we hide behind, only a need to disclose . . .
there are no anxieties, only calm . . .
there are no intensities, only peace-of-mind . . .
upside down our lives have become
concerned about the current, not what
has been suspended in time;
curious, blind little creatures, scurrying
around within our complacent zones
of accepted indifference with security;
incomplete becomes complete,
the unseen becomes unseen for real.
11-11-10
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