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Because I find myself

Thinking

Of stars

Of night

Of dark nights

Of the soul

And eternity

And struggle

And the embrace

Of life

Of love

Of movements

Not in our control

And San Francisco

And City Lights

And books

And bookstores

And all bookstores 

Everywhere

And Beat Poets

And all Poets

Everywhere

Of you

Of your poet’s soul

Of your words

Of your great heart

Of oceans

Of time

Of heartbeats

Of drifting Ley lines

Of your love

Of your desire

And Waiting

And Ferlinghetti

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The Plough of Time

Night closed my windows and

The sky became a crystal house

The crystal windows glowed

The moon

shown through them 

through the whole house of crystal

A single star beamed down

its crystal cable

and drew a plough through the earth

unearthing bodies clasped together 

couples embracing

around the earth

They clung together everywhere

emitting small cries

that did not reach the stars

The crystal earth turned 

and the bodies with it

And the sky did not turn

nor the stars with it

The stars remained fixed

each with its crystal cable

beamed to earth

each attached to the immense plough

furrowing our lives

by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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