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Greg McVerry

As feet
  seap into
and leaves
squeeze in
between toes

Our seat,
  our tree

An epiphany

Initially we
can not
see the enemy
within me

yet we seek
delivery from
the litanies of
scress and decress
that seize
sounds that surround
when real silence
inside all that
can't be found

in a Progeny
we seek
synchrony in
songs sun on
tears falling in
Cerpascular rays


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