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Palo Santo
I have become a prayer
evolved in the unknown
frontier tiers of my self
that has received an answer
In tears that chime
in the rhyme of runes
sprung forth from ruins
of liquid dream scapes
Observed in astronomical
instruments of eyes
dotted in pieces of my mind
breathing a design of signs
Into a conscious constitution
in a canto of Palo Santo
as the past is swept away
in a spindle smoke bouquet
Surfacing in a vision in
odes spoken in codes
where one sees curse
none sees blessing
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