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as the sun sets on English Bay


the thrill and the threat of love

bruising of the heart’s soft flesh

my true path
the true vine
leads me to a different

kind of uncertainty
the kind that fails to tie
my wings behind my heart

the only true thrill
is the unconditional freedom
that hangs elusively over English Bay

where my future severed spirit
feels whole
and feels dangerously alive

(written June 4, 2012 at English Bay beach, BC, 9-9:30pm, revisions: June 25, 1:20pm)


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