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BEYOND THIS PRESENT
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2003 Poetry Breeze has turned apparent;
the glint of the sun couldn’t
capture the flounces
of my shadow anymore.
The wind continues to blow,
twigs sway to forlorn directions;
yet, I remain still,
in mid-air, buoyant
I have become, a kaleidoscope
and my shine gives light
to the night’s gloom.
Flower’s former hues and redolence
have congealed to the gelidity I bring.
Smoke rings hiccup from human mouth
as I draw near--each thread
puts me to vapid realization,
herding me to another orb.
Quickly, I realize the color
of the wind is white.
Where I am
isn’t my former sentient
written 3/4/2003
