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Found Turning


Another spirit, I was graced to meet was at a bar called Maxine’s, looked like the earth, rugged and free, a bit careworn, yet liberated, a bit rough around the edges, yet a beautiful force. We, our spirits, began to dance to the instruments found turning in our souls.

So what if he smiled less than I, he’d been to places I've dared not go. I’m nothing to he, to me, in my presence, Love. The thing is, it mattered not who was who or what we both knew, it was a shared glee, an ecstatic affection dancing between us. Our hearts were equally shown, warmth evident in our forgiveness of one another, of our animal blood, our eternal kinship and Love.

The man who gave me his spirit, his truth that I might dance with that he and I might share our story with everyone, may Love bless you my friend in the shadows.


© 2011 by mark prime

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