I declare my self, out of control
Maybe if we were the rhythm
Echoes returning from the light
We then could see beyond horizons
Your stride loose on the path leading
On a journey of hope and loss, transcend
I am not the star, I am the night sky
Organic knowledge let’s me flow free
Coming up for air, lungs bursting
In the circle of reason we ought to live
Present as time slips, hungry tide
Here I am, invisible as lost love
Poem on card to Ms.Stoneriver Dec 28, 1972
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