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  • Acupuncture alchemy
    5th and New York
    rainy drizzle
    it's the texture of a beautiful overcast day...that makes me long
    for what I don't have,
    what I am unable to do
    I am

    cardboard, crates, baskets of sticks
    and hieroglyphics in their eyes
    hard to understand
    like when words are separate –not thoughts
    music – noise
    you start

    loose hold

    that is when you know its time

    time to curl up - curl in
    with that baffling concept

    pulling visions through the windows
    from the street
    making the acquaintance of that stranger
    who you never actually see
    but know
    that they are you
    and they know

    but you cannot understand
    just can't reach that level
    of knowing
    immune to the pops of gunshots - they actually make you look back
    with fond longing
    for the sickness of before.. that enriching time
    –dying time

    wishing to live in the present
    with the awareness that one has of the past
    knowing – truly feeling what is going
    when it is

    Wondering where that Boy is and hoping his life is good and hoping Steve's life was good and
    wondering if your life will feel good...

    Photo: Michael Berns
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