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Passion Eddy  

Book two of impromptu trilogy.

  Inherent Motions


The morning assembles like so many edgeless thoughts
congealing as a strata on our sleep-weary eyes.

In your sweet, soft-spoken way you greet me
with a kiss much like the kiss our parents shared

when we were young and not yet kissing.  The peripheral
notions of our scene slowly wander by and are

the essential currency of our uncharted lives.
The passing of each warm and beckoning night

with its salmon-colored distractions and heavy air
only helps whatever this is to elude us

as we lie on the blinding sheets with an assortment
of dreams delivered like suns.  We shade our eyes
      and sometimes tremble.



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