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I have slept, slumbering, yawning, and dreamt beautiful dreams. I have swallowed my own tears while salt parched lips, desert dry, cracking, crumbling, feared the…
I have slept, slumbering, yawning, and dreamt beautiful dreams. I have swallowed my own tears while salt parched lips, desert dry, cracking, crumbling, feared the…
IÂ dance with my Mother beneath the blue flame of Her skin silently begging not to be born again, and She laughs, and She sings, and…
​The Polemics, as I lovingly refer to my writings, are intended to be a collection of short articles, art-i-facts, journey notes, diagrams, ecstatic poetry,…
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