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Around Four
AM
Around four am
The self imploded
Not long after
Time exploded,
A lone bird sang
To the in between
Like an ancient priest
In a pre-dawn scene,
As foreign to
The modern night
As a Tibetan spinning
To the right,
Not to worry
I’m feeling fine
With the Goddess dancing
On my spine.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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