emerges candidly from the lips.
The bowl of an oracle held between
the index and middle and thumb.
Provoking prophecy and vision,
inspiring poets and philosopher.
In company of dear fellows,
we shall birth springs with every idle sitting.
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TJ! This is so different than I've ever seen you write. It wonderful I love the dichotomy on some of the lines: "middle and thumb" and "prophecy and vision"... so good!
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