The extreme closeness

that shows

less

just does

so much justice

to the soul.

For sure that allure, it’s

pure bijou.

Like a school’s lure / And it

seems to LURE

that acrimony

to again achieve

that milk and honey despite some demur.

Our souls require shoulders,

not soldiers arriving / But

nature provides things to give

our Whole somethings to

swirl around.

These include: quadrupeds/trees/milkshakes/pleases/smiles/dancing/eyes/romancing/music/sport/

maui-wowie/short shorts

……and chocolate.

But the only sustainable farming

is found through another’s…not your

mother’s…

counterpoint.

THAT balance can be

an ugly

challenge

but will mend

and in the end provide

your chalice.

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