filled up with goodness
When my body is filled with endorphins and sweat is rolling down my back, there’s no room for anything but
“Fuck, yeah!”
“That’s right.”
“YES!”
and other bits of goodness.
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just as you are [or find your joy wings]
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His Futile War
His Futile War He and she The space between Push Pull Plunder Pillage Penetrate– Her earth Her womb Her mystery. She will not be contained. She engulfs– like the ocean or quicksand. She envelopes– like a carpet of sky or hot lava. She is volcanic mystery overflowing. He tries to contain the uncontainable.
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let us water our flowers
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no more hungry ghosts
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