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A poem inspired by a more than single serving friend
Twisting, Twisting, Twisting, Twisting
Down a winding spiral shaft
and Wishing Wishing Wishing Wishing
That these stairs will surely pass
Never over, always under
As we travel streets Below
connected to a causal mind
Downloading all the things they know
Moving in and setting down
Information in their stride
And, opened, waiting, minds elating
For knowledge poured upon this mind
They freely share to those in longing
for Zen and Buddha, Willow and Stream
As Freely Freely Freely Freely
We fall through clouds within our dreams
