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Friday, March 23, 2007

Kate's Poem

the crystal ballI hold in my hands
from a thousand crushed quartz crystals
with a pinch of cinnabar dust
I can see worlds unfold
the crystal ball is smooth and round
inside the ball a thousand of little bubbles
white clouds, pink clouds, frozen in place but always seem to be moving
within this crystal ball of unclear focus I can see clearly

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