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farmfish
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i shoot, with long rope attached, many arrows to the branches of tall trees across the wall of my inadequacy that with the hope even one will take hold so i can scale the precipitous face and become whole.
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monadh
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it is a blank canvas
cool white reflection of emptiness
beckons
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ypowahine
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the back of waipio valley cool and green, snuggling up to unpolluted sky, roosters claiming the day as their own, resting my soul in the pepper trees, 10 degrees colder than the sun.
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stork daddy
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another hawaiian?
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yenaldlosi
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Many things, change from second to second and place to place
The low frequency hum on the road through Taos. The drunks sleeping it off on the roadside on the way west out of Gallup, the pretty young librarian with the bright smile while I stopped through Farmington. The big empty on the highway, big stretch of nothing and nowhere from where I cross through to Kayenta.
I should go and see my brothers. I wonder if they'd be happy to see me. I use a name like this and I got no choice but to wonder, but it was the way that called to me.
Finally, I knew they wouldn't want to, so I kept on driving west, spending a night in Big Sur before the place I call home called me Back to it, east, towards the sunrise.
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