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Zone in on Tone:
\nundertones and overtones.
\nLet the parts fall where they may.<\/p>\n
A Serpent grows Wings.
\nA head aloft partakes of the clouds,
\nas the feet get down in the dirt.<\/p>\n
The bones are the slowest river.
\nThe flesh, the nerves, the blood
\ngrow to flow, each at its speed.
\nLife is a convulsion of matter!<\/p>\n
A stack of bones,
\na bag of skin,
\ntwo brains (gut, head) and a heart
\nare we!<\/p>\n
Bereft heart,
\nabject head,
\nleaning tower.<\/p>\n
Why is it so?
\nWhat does it mean?
\nHow does it work?<\/p>\n
Focus: Tomorrow.
\nSeat: Now.
\nGiven: Past.<\/p>\n
A person is a bit of this and a bit of that:
\nfuzzy tendencies overlapping, interacting,
\nforged and scourged in the kiln of life.<\/p>\n
The Light heart harbors a Shadow.
\nThe Dark heart nurtures a Glow.
\nThus everything comes and goes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Zone in on Tone: undertones and overtones. Let the parts fall where they may. A Serpent grows Wings. A head aloft partakes of the clouds, as the feet get down in the dirt. The bones are the slowest river. The flesh, the nerves, the blood grow to flow, each at its speed. Life is a… <\/p>\n