A word from the sun

I do not rise I do not set I travel further than you see faster than you think I see it all hills and valleys mountains and glaciers in the clear and through the clouds I make my rounds illuminating the world going full circle to do it all again tomorrow

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Words

slicing into me smooth & clean like paper or a ninja’s blade takes a moment to sting rarely bleeds the pain has an echo through the canyons of my soul aftershocks through my mind days, weeks, months later like they just cut through my ear canal your words… Turtleberry 2011

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