I will always find my own unique view

That sputtered glance 

Where no one else sees the 

Soft dream—I’ve begun to understand

The life

Must be gripped and then let loose

On moment at a time

I sponge the sap from off this fragrant cut

Not bleeding, but oozing something 

From deep within 

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