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From the book: The Sick Raccoon Medicine by Lex Hoebel . . . Brandywine Publishing Swansea. Wales, UK THE GRASS STILL BENT WHERE THE BODIES ONCE LIED. CUT DEAD BY TONGUE, DEATH BY THE PARALELL OF A MEASURE WHICH IS,,, MINE. I'M FEARFUL AT DRAWING PARALELLS AND IT IS FEARFUL MORE TO LIE. THOSE FOREST DAYS, PROTECTED DAYS A LIFE DESIRED BY THOSE FACE DOWN IN THE GRASS. THEY WILL NOT HAVE IT. CAN NOT QUELL WHAT WAS ONCE, MINE. IDEAS SPELL THEMSELVES OUT. INNOCENSE (eschelons) THE DENSE FOG SMUDGING IN FROM THE COAST VAGUE RAINBOWS APPEAR GETTING MUDDLED AT MOST AND IT IS THOUGHT "UNWHOLESOME" TO THINK; HOW OUR EARTH REMAINS IN PLACES. BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAIN BEACH LAKE FORESTS STILL EXIST. THEY STILL EXIST AND NOT ONLY IN PICTURES. WE STAY HOME AND THE CHIMENEY CHOKES OUT BLACK SPEW PLUMES NOT UNDERSTOOD AS THEY WAFT LOW ACROSS THE NOSE OF THOSE LAID OUT IN THE GRASS. LIKE A MANNEQUIN YARD OF SALVAGE IT IS MY JUNKYARD !!! OF FETCHING FEFLLOWS AND SELF IMPORTANT WHORE...

I PICKED A HUGE HANDFUL OF DAISIES FROM A SUNNY FIELD THIS MORNING  I BOUND THEM WITH STRING INTO A BOQUET WATCHED THEM DECAY FOR  THREE WEEKS ON MY TABLE.  I'VE MISSED YOU...JJ 9/2020

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 NOTHING TO HOLD ONTO  MY FAITH GIVES SWAY  BELLS RING FAINT IN THE WIND THE SAND SHIFTS. BLOWS AWAY SEABIRDS HAVE NOW GONE SILENT WAVES CRASH,,, THE ONLY SOUND PRAYERS ARE MUMBLED  THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN GOES DOWN.  LH/Righteous Creative 2020.