i'm swimming and swooshing...
i'm swimming and swooshing
in a sweet sort of way
inside of lush laughter
outside of this day...
and the more i am trying
to make honest sense
the less I am finding
a place to commence...
all of the circles
are twisting my mind
and pulling and pushing
so gentle and kind...
Joy Weare.
17th November, 2006.
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