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Breeze Blowing through the Circuits of an Electronic Jackhammer Clock

Sunshine
This is a space
where the old meets the new
this road we traveled daily
in hopes of finding ourselves
we wave and smile
and say
nice things
'hey! how are y'all?'
 'it's a lovely day!'
 but somebody is opportunity minded
 Writing it into contracts
 serve it up as scripts
 online
 if you could see what I see
 you'd know my eye
 is true
 you know my heart
 yet still you ask
 what it is, in my eye
 a piece of music?
 a leg of poem ?
 ripped from hot summer asphalt
 the time we both
 went to our respective homes
 at the same time
 bored to tears
 with all the mo-not-o-ny
 of our non-corporate adventures

Speed is the beat
of the heart
which is beauty
too fast
or at least
faster than the paper
production
process 24 for 7
is pretty fast considering
that 90 is too fast
Where 70 is regular

sending electronic mating calls
throughout the digital frontier
is there one hand to hold
one kiss
from one set of lips
to fly Me to the Moon
make me jump up
make me jump up
and all around
?

with my eyes raised
to the heavens old
celestial queen, of my heart house
shall I praise thee above the angels
and flowers from my past
blotted out
?

you, my queen
my love
my life
all our lives are only now
preparing to flower into
New dimensions
thus far un-imagined
to you 
my queen
my love
my all
our lives are only now preparing
to flower
in this New dimension
thus far unimagined

here is where we share
this love
God
the creator
has equipped us
with
to share
to care
to blaze
a flare
for all the world to see
to believe
love is what
we are made of

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