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for 7/4/2010

My independence day poem
Yes, but not written on the day
I wonder what it means
Not fully knowing what independence may mean
Desire is a pendulum too
Even though it seems fixed in time
Ponder nothing too long
Enough and time will gab you up in its claw
Nonsense and laughter
Daughter of innocence
Even in the light of day, so beautiful
Not letting in the stranger
Essences of great nocturnal dreams
Dividing me from you
At this moment, then suddenly joined
Yesterday's forgotten sun
Ponder all you know
Offer it to the null and void
Eat at the table of your ancestors
Maybe they will dream you a future
So goes it in East Corinth