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I say and all the mushrooms open
their wings and come with me
In my hands are geology, salt & friendship
so of course I’m not scared
The sky is bright! Seeds everywhere!
I take hold of a sailor’s knot and ride into the trees
A small god flies forward with sand in his mouth
& bangs on my forehead a little
Seeds everywhere! The purple wind
full of rosemary and drug
I don’t know where I’m going but I’m going
where the gold foil roasts
Anne Marie Rooney Alice, leaving the caterpillar
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