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 The way you come up to me: Smiling, and way up, ( stay up! )
 I become the cup: I rise to contain you, obtain you, remain you.
 There was once a girl; There was once a boy. We will not name you.
 All in One and One in All; We must listen for the Knowing.
 We Know It's Now, Now, Now, Somehow, God Willing.
 Next, comes the New, with the Night coming on and your hair spilling....
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 Very early morning, surly morning, surely morning will come.
 Just past one--I rectangled the sky at plumb: Thy Kingdom Come.
 Kinda quiet, not much goin' on; It was nice peaceful, calm.
 Then come the cats in pajamas, climbing ladders to the moon;
 And, one speeding motorist, pissed.
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The moon is an abandoned balloon in the midst of a Summer sky,
Reflecting Why to Whom.
The odds are astronomical, and grow geometically more so.
Tommorrow will be warm.
We are or should be His Reflection.

In praise of  Him, and lesser things----
Chimneys towering over all of us, made of rock & brick & effort;
The men, the ships at night can see the shores where these stand.
All hands on deck, crying out loud for Land! and they are close...
The sweat beading on the back of their necks and arms,
Moist and cooling if they are pulling and it rocks, Close.

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I am a child of no name.
Whom?
 The other one, name of a flower, name of a felonius felicitas,
Enchiritos, Mexica, Incas, Mayans, Tiquero, si.
And, look now, a girl I know, her face in shadowsmade
by the shade of the flowing, flowering crepe myrtle. Peace to You.