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Original Poem: Benjamin

Benjamin

God has only seen what
I have I seen. Time is still
but spread like tiny toes stretched
in blissful relief. My mind
is nowhere but there and here
and elsewhere yet, perched
alongside my dear, of what
has only brought  contemplation.
Soon my love, rejoicing betides
…soon.

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Above painting by San Francisco artist Arnold Chao

 

 

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