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Fiddler’s Dream
Radiant beauty with lock and key, On any street or mountain free. Oh forlorn lucidity. The mirror of my mirror steams. A token vision, A fiddlers dream. -GKT Continue reading
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Particles of Anything
Particles of anything, before all my eyes, appear as magical Earth. Sauntering in silence through planes of vision. Painted by warm fading light and unhatched night. Swimming as one In seas of release. Speak to me. -GKT Continue reading
Whatever Doctrine 