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It’s as if I were
a tree connected to
the earth with neuron roots
and plugged into the sky
with leaves like copper plates
and through the heartwood came
a sunburst, came the molten
lava, and their meeting
made the nightly news
become white noise and empty
airtime broadcast to
an audience of no one.
~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
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