MOONBEAMS takes us to a great place, slightly off balance, maybe a little off color, but hearttargeted. I love the notion thatin our blush of emotion, whilebeing in lust, Venus could hangin there for the earth's solesatellite. I really dig it when you stick your neck out and gowhole dog on poetry as prose,prose as poetry, presenting uswitha prose poem. As Reagan usedto chant his mantra; those wallsneed to come down...now.
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