When falling from
a deepening surround
edged with exile
be but the moon
open your thoughts
return to a
no longer time
carefully stop
bow low
to each movement
of the sun
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Once daily, now a weekly posting of found text poems from books in my studio! Selected words on a page of text announce themselves as a poem! Hope you enjoy them! Please visit my other blog, with a daily posting each weekday, at http://www.missouribendstudio.blogspot.com
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