kraken changes are
wrought only in the Deep; you
must go home alone
the unconscious is
a genius -- amoral, pure. it
needs its breathing time
hurry is not a
word a rosebush understands
or a baby, you
slow moments are all
we have. swiftness comes like grace,
unbidden, scrying
ecclesiastes
got it right -- to every thing
there is a season
even, dear one, You
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
POEM - Kraken changes
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