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January 5, 2020 by at 2:09 am

My oldest daughter’s moon reflects my sun.
My youngest daughter’s sun collects my moon.
The woven strands of stars undone
Within my mind begin to weave a tune
That sings around me in a tunic form
With threads of gravity and mystery
To shield my soul against the wind and warm
The wintry past with future history.

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  1. job says
    January 17, 2020 at 7:12 am

    Rufus,

    Just saw this! We must be cycling or sumpthin!

    My own serves as a humble envoi –

    This especially got my juices going:

    “The woven strand of stars undone
    Within my mind begin to weave a tune
    That sings around min in a tunic form
    With threads of gravity and mystery…”

    Love it!

    JOB

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  2. Big Jon Bully says
    February 1, 2020 at 9:23 am

    Indeed.

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