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We can dress like them but they can't dress like us.
-- Joan Jett Blakk
my face
before my birth
was half
my father's face
looking
back into
eternity
the half-him
that was me
fought countless wars
loved myriad women
sired a thousand sons
a thousand daughters
I am the end of all that
I am fruit ripening
with no seed to plant
no progeny to offer
a crowded world
my gift is who I am
outside of history
facing time dissolving
in an ever present moment
with gentle men
whose loving
knows no purpose
but to kindle
in our hearts
the quiet light
of peace
-- Franklin Abbott, "koan"
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