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One can’t miss it nor need to solicit—

With a soul-kite—

With a soul-kite— with a glide-sprite— my kicks sing sick licks on the 606

Blossoms prowl

Blossoms prowl the city with appetite and reason; hunting

Enlargement of the soul

  During this season, I’ve been praying for more detachment from worldly things and more attachment to things that matter— love, art, …