TO TRANSCEND MANY HAD RETURNED TO THE OCEANS AND THE STARS

POET GIRL OFTEN SPOKE OF MISUNDERSTANDINGS

THERE WAS A SMALL PHOTO ALBUM SHE CHERISHED

ABRAHAM LINCOLN TYPE PHOTOS OF THE CONCRETE

AND CRUDE OUT- OF- FOCUS SHOTS OF THE ABSTRACT

SHE WOULD POINT TO A PHOTOGRAPH AND ASK

“WHAT DO YOU SEE ?”

OFTEN THEY WERE OF THE BACKSIDE OF GOD

A  FAVORITE WAS GOD STANDING OUTSIDE EDEN

COMPLETELY ABSORBED IN THE ANTICS OF THE INHABITANTS

SHE WOULD MUSTER THIS ANTICIPATORY VOICE ABOUT IDENTITY

IT WAS EASY TO GUESS THE OWNERSHIP OF A CRACKLESS BUTT

 HUMANS WERE LITTLE MORE THAN WILD CREATURES OF THE WOODS

ON SPECIAL OCCASIONS POET GIRL WOULD SWITCH TO THE ABSTRACT SIDE

HER FINGER WOULD POINT AT A SMORGASBORD PRINT OF GRAINS SMEARED

STRANGE ORGANS AND HORNS AND IMAGINATION WITHOUT RATIONALITY

TO TRANSCEND  MANY HAD  RETURNED TO THE OCEANS AND THE STARS

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"EVERYWHERE I LOOK I SEE IMITATIONS OF THE REAL THING"

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