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it's very brief, but finally a poem: Seventh Heaven


Seventh Heaven


The man goes there, pulling off barriers

like crust of bread, he goes there instantly

bringing his mind into it with its outstanding

light and color, he gets it, what he wanted all along

here and not so distant, maybe a gift, maybe a wish,

and I went there with my feelers out like magnets

bringing my heart with me with its depth of perception

and its stash of words even you would love.





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