looking up hooking up

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I lift my heart up to creative love,

along with eyes and head, and hands as well,

as way of here acknowledging the dove

who symbolises your sweet signs that dwell

upon this Earth, as our connections here

are kind of like black-crows might over-head

announce our movements, stealth cannot be sheer,

or else it's by this partnership, now dead.

I see your plans are stealthier than ours,

I see you take your time. You do not rush.

You’ll play the incognito game for hours,

or centuries, millennia. Not much

according to your life, that made up time

to give a sense of something metered here:

for stories and for music these sublime

communicators to right hemisphere

perceptions to be able to gain ground,

have purchase to be using metaphor

and symbol, that our whole life might be found

to be symbolic of a spirit or

intension, with capacity as well;

the purpose that is personal and good,

particul’rised in people who might dwell 

together here, as hive, school, flock, or hood.

But also, as that dove then threw him out

as gauntlet to the chaos forces which

are likely to recede again, and pout

untill they see their time to screech their pitch.

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