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I'm married to this.
I've just spent the last 25 years on...
I will spend the next 25 years on...

veiled in that diamond white
art; an expression of our subconscious?
An application of our desires?

and glass bells chime
coils of these crystal animals
share with us the Christmas dinner,
the snow white tussle
with son and daughter.

We have so many offspring,
it is impossible to remember their names.

 And so,
with all commitments
we have our
fingers dragging in the dust
or scratching for surface of clouds.
Collecting lightening bolts to blow
down the sorrow that our
cycle scooped so
effortlessly from
the churn
of ocean.

But
we are
married
and that is
the way
we
will
always
be. 

The End

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