Monkpoems

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Saturday, May 30, 2015

Spirit Assessment

As an idea 
“spirit” seems dead, done.

As creative act
’tis alive and well

all round, all the while
present as presence

blowing like the wind 
through open portal.



Posted by Willson at 6:39 AM
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