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Rain Tree Seeds And Midnight Paranoia: A Strange Tale

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a man in a beanie smoking a joint


the Rasta gave him rain tree seeds
to keep in his pocket at all times –

paranoid peeping from curtains,
perceiving foes & another long night

it had just gone 12 & hearing voices
again at the window he retreated,

posturing on a Persian mat,
the tealights flickering shadows –

he picked up the תּוֹרָה & started
to read –

Poem: Spirit, Creation, and Love: Reflecting on Life’s Journey


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