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Post by Don Schaeffer on Nov 13, 2010 12:17:39 GMT -5
My electrons scud happily about my brain I love the fluid leaps like air sliding over mountain. When I open my eyes color like tin pan music from the sun and fluid flows, the slipping and oozing of syrups and waters. In my closed eyes mandellas of sunlight are the precursors of dreams.
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Post by leecrowell on Nov 14, 2010 6:28:10 GMT -5
who needs LSD when we have Don's poems? for one who's never indulged I have no regrets, especially after reading this
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Nov 14, 2010 10:42:39 GMT -5
why thanks lee
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Nov 15, 2010 6:44:24 GMT -5
I have no illusions about what it means or why I see it being a seminal expression. It is a beauty.
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Nov 15, 2010 9:20:52 GMT -5
thanks Ivan. It has to do with the painting.
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