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A Stranger Speaks
A poet entering a muse
Or vice versa,
A Yogi making fucky
With a seeker on the path,
Like the old legend of Eden,
It’s over,
The gift or call it
What you will
Will have difficulty
Flowing through,
The burps, the farts,
The imperfections you never
Noticed before will be amplified,
And the poet, the Yogi,
Will become enmeshed with all
That is around them.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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