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Love has no beginning
      knows no end
   it’s subterranean
Everywhere I go
      everywhere I’ve been—
   at best, I’m a guest
Gentle wind flows
   the grey rain mists
   the great green tree sways
gently in the rain
She loved me false—
   like the mosquito loves the arm of her host
the way tapeworms might love my stomach

-September 1, 2008-