<aware>

<aware>

 <awake>

  <sense>

   </see>

   </feel>

   </smell>

   </hear>

   </taste>

    <world>

     </me>

     </you>

     </it>

     </them>

       <love>

         </empty>

         </full>

           <God/>

        </love>

      </world>

    </sense>

  </awake>

</aware>

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<machine>

<machine>

  <work>

    <use>

      <build/>

      <wreck/>

        <measure>

          My life spirit

          Seeks the body

          Of you, world 

        </measure>

     </use>

  </work>

</machine>

<earth>

<earth>

  </alive>

  </alert>

  </one>

    <word>

      <me>

        We are star dust

        We are the heavens

        Themselves 

       </me>

     </word>

</earth>

<there>

Francis Bacon, Head (1948)

<there>
 </time>
 </space>
 </me>

 <here>
  </cosmos>
  </solar system>
  </earth>
   seeing by destruction
   and creation
   in desert sands
   where the gold
   of setting suns
   on dark east mountains

   spills blood
   <questions>
      </wonder>
      </awe>
      why do I fill space

      born from body's
      rooting need,

      spirit's loneliness
      or obscure light
      of beauty flown
      in an idle glance?
      <passion>
        what is does not remain,
        the song dies in the throat
        of the warbler, the knot
        in the crotch unties
        in the womb
        <i>
         </naked>
         </broken>
         piecing together a scrap
         book of joy and triumph,
         the empty spaces
         reporting who and what
         I never am, where
         the voices of the past
         vie for unity, a piece
         of infinity tasting
         a dying tongue
        </i>
       </passion>
      </questions>
    </here>
</there>

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