finding the blue book                              
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                                lessons abound                                  
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will you forgive this                                                           
interoption, brother,                                                           
for we happened                                                                 
upon a garden                                                                   
of self discovering paths                                                       
and, following the sign                                                         
to the rose beds,                                                               
we found a place                                                                
where many of them meet.                                                        
                                                                                
not all of them, mind you,                                                      
but enough to satisfy                                                           
the playful god sitting here,                                                   
watching all this                                                               
coming and going,                                                               
generously helping us waywards                                                  
wind up even more lost.                                                         
                                                                                
this love is one                                                                
which asks us to be                                                             
shapeless,                                                                      
to slip into time                                                               
trailing the fragrance                                                          
of our timeless silence                                                         
and then trip                                                                   
over our untied shoelaces                                                       
and scratch our made up face                                                    
and still be sure,                                                              
                                                                                
this love is.                                                                   
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