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I saw a bride splendid in white garmentsI saw a woman with one hundred children The children plump and firm within her arms,
Now we're up on the edge
and over, on the mountain
with mountains beyond. Behind us,
in the dark
His name is called and there's a pause
just long enough to halt a war
tame timber wolves and trim their claws
hide diamonds in a secret drawer
I am the word juggler.I juggle the wordslike swords.I slice sensewith poetic license.
He's the Keepy-Uppy Kid.
There is a place (believe me,
she said) where if, if
Peter the orange parrothad a very tiny beak,unlike the other parrotshe was never heard to speak.But they were never nasty to him,Peter the non-talking parrot
Eyes as wide as continents brim wih the water between.
Seeks a different future. Looks back on what has been.
...not white like the snow
more moon-panther or silvery cloud-cat
This is the kingdom of the Water Bear.
To enter here, you have to shrink
and slow down, down. A day
is one tick of the clock, one blink