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we lay on the dreaming prairie
after the birth of mountains
killed forests in shadows of rain
absorbing memories from sand
through the temperate grass

your final contented sigh
released me from my troubled skin
to merge with a crimson river
where forgotten megafauna
bellies full with pignon reflect

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I write poetry, mostly in free verse with a fair amount of experimentation. Also haiku and some related forms. Once a year I deliver a 20–30 minute invocation for a secret society that functions as a sort of redneck Burning Man.

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Eric Jennings

Eric Jennings

dilettante, poet, invocateur, acccidental yogi and dabbler in patamysticism which is the spiritual branch of pataphysics. linktr.ee/patamystic

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