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Poetry
Chaikhana
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About Zen OlearyTimeline (1943 - ) |
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Every Greening Thing
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I am a cloud spun out of the mouth of god
wet with desire and morning rainbows tumbling in birdsong lost in your sky. I feel the earth spin in your hands and my bones rise like magma from the earth's center out of control consumed in our fire. Your breath is the morning wind. Your voice wears the sun and I am every greening thing spiraling in your space.
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Ivan
M. Granger's original poetry, stories and commentaries are Copyright ©
2002 - 2008 by Ivan M. Granger.
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