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March 2, 2013
That which we are morphs as it moves inward and outward the path of us, through the flesh conveniences, the voluble designs of light and dark, and the quiet roars we keep in our heart of hearts, knowing the danger as we step off the rocking deck, slipping, sliding, caressing, plunging matters of passion in step with the raging ocean ever so slightly skewed as the wonder of us increases, as the fears rear like aroused lions, as the baseline curves, as the subtle intent devises its course, we move as we move, and the threads of us bind deliciously.