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And then the richness 

of a long running moment.

Breathing a song of waterfalls, 

the flap of feet on tar; 

back nuzzled by the newly risen sun; 

a mind unclogged, clouded-blue pouring in;

a soul taut, trembling

to the song of the universe

And still more to run, still more to come.

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Saturday after 6 am,

after 4.5 km up hills

in the dark past the last streetlight,

I hopped out of time-space

into a billowing profusion;

pinned branches to the sun,

allowed it

to stencil them on to me.

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The UltradeepBlue.
I still want to go there more.
First though to complete the preparation:
Get this body-mind a bit stronger
cleanse,tune this eager soul
... soon

Paul

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