The sun comes late to Mendocino: Stumbling in over the mountains Seeking therapeutic waters. It hovers over the Pacific, Contemplating, perhaps, a bath drawn too…
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They built a highway coast to coast, East to west all the way: Then they scrapped it, Crumpled it, And tried to bury it at…
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Comments closedZero is Zen: Simply formed and open and empty. When joined to that which is something, It multiplies by a factor greater than itself, Thus…
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