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Clarifying Butter

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I am a traveler.

I am a man
of the Goddess. I say:
We are entwined.

We seek, each
some others.

Soul makes images:
my soul is a mare;
my librarian is an owl,
catalogs eels of words.
A four-year-old boy
captains my ship.
My bear is warder of dark places.

My wolf
wants into your temple.

My bag of water bones
is subject to the dialogue
of the world. The wind
knows our fates.

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Written by Brian

July 25th, 2007 at 10:29 pm

Posted in poetry

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  1. Wolves are always more welcome in my temple if a 4-year-old boy is captain of their ship.

    Robin

    2 Nov 07 at 7:34 am

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