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It comes to me this season  
An urge to blow the bloom  
This day †
And watch it float on the wind  

In this light †
It would be  
An awesome spectacle  
Like an apparition †
Of phantasmic spiral †
Twirling into its seek †
The darkness a great ride for it  
And platform to coast it's colors  

Though they fade  
They would surely fade  
And be nothing †

I had felt this  
And done it †
And would not do it again  

I cannot blow along †
Familiar winds  

But new currents have come along †
And hooked the corners of my smile  
urging itself †
To spread wide against the O  
And my uncalm †
Inhaled †
At odds with with the corners of †
What I am  
Used to †

I breathe through it †
And the lovely †
Ease and it's scent exists easier †
Inside me †
Daily †

When pigments of new petals †
Turn blue  
I dip and streak it †
Into indigo slant  
across page †
Delivering my self free of the shade  
But not the rise of it †
To the sun  

not the totalling of it to my whole  
And it would be if ...  

But I don't  
I am much too eager †
To let it lie and rest a little †
To meet myself I've cast into †
the role played convincingly  

My own shadow  
And see her grow out of it  

Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
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