Rhythms…

Turner

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Riding the currents

sleeping through storms

treading water in the dark

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sparks of harmonics

fly from my pen

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my hand

the sentient animal

of my heart

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An older poem …. words float and land. improvisational rhythms. their own kind of precision. different relationship each time. they’re just there….perhaps have always been

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Artist: Turner

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