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--for Eleni, forever  Love remains  The last word  In a world that never lasts  Long enough.  

You know you're in  A thorny one when  Everything once rosy's now  Coming up wilted, decomposing  In a reeking kitchen sink.    

  Hear, hear-- Odd to be here  Where each human Sound sounds  Like no other--even The same ones Can't tell the difference Between them....

Which is what the poet  Jim Daniels says  About poets plagued by insomnia  While on hectic reading tours; well,  I’ve never been on one but...

I wrote only about  How the wind sculpts The shape of pines, And not how  The bed of needles lining The floor under them  Helps form how we ...