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to here knows when

voices

turbulent

hiss

forest

spirits

chant

distant earthshine

casts across spring showers moon

little one pisces child crests

open eyes whisps joyous season

here opens this chance

lotus flower dance swirls rush teeming

voices sing rusk laugh shout

if you wish to dance you must lift your feet off this ground ……. offf off up & away… put down that shovel…

do not get sucked in seduced by candy coated mystery…

this lying clown burps out love… that right hand stabs your sacred heart… this left hand knows not what… she says to me not to be seduced… & i say it to you… yet, now you are here… you waited in line from that eventful bog moonrise steams primordial soupkitchen… so now your on this ride…. get ready to get off at your end… enjoy this ride…. you will get no other… its goinna happen… this opening closes with you… as far as is seen known etc.etc… anything else demands this sacrifice, my lucre lies elsewhere…

To read the entire book, please visit:

https://jamesaire.wordpress.com/to-here-knows-when/

About James Aire

I am a writer living in Brixton, South London who is seeking to subvert the 'order of things' through humor, chaos and absurdity.

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