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We made it through Winter?

We celebrated spring at a friends old canning factory, many of us performing creative expressions of art, while outside a flock of turkeys cautiously crossed the still frozen ocean bay and the snow in places remained hip deep.

The host of the party had a microphone dropped in the stream’s water that flowed under the factory’s floor with a video playing, very cool. Others read poetry, created feedback, mastered the use of clay, and showed works in progress.

My partner, Kevin, and I performed a song I wrote the words to and Kev created the music for. Words follow…you’ll have to imagine the electric guitar.

All in All
© By: Basheesima

Sideways white—piles higher than a kite.
Buried under lies of disguise
With frozen tears in our eyes.
Hip deep—moving mounds creep.
Glistening—bristling—where do we go…

Go………..

I see fireworks
I feel ecstasy
But…
But…
Can’t get close enough
To your ways.
Can’t get far enough
From strange days

Go…

All in All
What’s great
Can’t break
Even if we fall

I see a sacred place
Inside your face
But…
But…
Can’t get close enough
To your ways
Can’t get far enough
From strange days

Go…

All in All
What’s great
Can’t break
Even if we fall

What’s great
Can’t break
Even if we fall

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