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I am here with it all
Beauty warmed by the sun
The faint aromas of many lives
intermingled
Like a delicious bakery
Like bodies after sex
Like past and future stories
Fiction or not
There is a vastness and a littleness
A Petrie dish and a universe
Boiling air and bubbles alive with matter
All sorts of life and
One spirit that can elude us
If we wish…

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Can you die being swollen with life?
Is the here-after filled with color and black & white?
Have I trod carefully enough?
Too carefully?
Does the Willow speak or sing?
Is the wind it’s melody?

If we were giants
We would walk here with impunity
The tall Oak would be a twig
The vibrant small world occupied
By interesting creatures
So delicate and vulnerable
So many!
There might not be a distinction between
A human, a deer, a bug
Ah, miniscule life!