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action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home1/ernestlo/public_html/grace/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6121I originially performed this poem on stereotape<\/i> <\/p>\n She feels. My Lady sings old juke box songs In a forest My Lady hangs My Lady\u2019s name is Grace. Deep, deep, <\/p>\n My Lady taught me life. A bear Deep, deep, Laughter, <\/td>\n Magic mirrors, She talks with clams . . .<\/p>\n Love laughter. A bear runs Do not <\/p>\n Magic mirrors, Love laughter. My Lady sings Do not leave me, My Lady\u2019s Hexagram Magic mirrors <\/p>\n My Lady\u2019s name is Grace.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I originially performed this poem on stereotape with two channels of words dancing back and forth. My Lady taught me life. My Lady taught me love. My Lady taught me to be myself. She feels. She feels. She feels. Deep, deep, like a bear\u2019s bite, she feels. My Lady sings old juke box songs … Continue reading Stereo poem for My Lady<\/span>
\nwith two channels of words dancing back and forth.<\/i><\/p>\n\n\n
\n My Lady taught me life.
\nMy Lady taught me love.
\nMy Lady taught me to be
\nmyself.<\/p>\n
\nShe feels.
\nShe feels.
\nDeep, deep,
\nlike a bear\u2019s bite,
\nshe feels.<\/p>\n
\nand drinks white wine in the afternoon.
\nWhen she drinks white wine
\nshe talks like a bulldozer . . .
\nor a bear.<\/p>\n
\nor a prison . . .<\/p>\n
\nmirrors in our house,
\nmagic mirrors
\nblazing out
\neternity.<\/p>\n
\nShe walks along behind the tide,
\nthrowing stranded starfish
\nback into the water.
\nShe talks with clams
\nbefore she cooks them.
\nShe\u2019s kind that way.
\nI think I\u2019ll stick around
\nand light her fires.<\/p>\n
\nlike a bear\u2019s bite . . .<\/p>\n
\nMy Lady taught me love.
\nMy Lady taught me to be
\nmyself.<\/p>\n
\nruns through
\nher dreams.<\/p>\n
\nlike a bear\u2019s bite . . .<\/p>\n
\nmy Lady\u2019s laughter,
\nshapes the universe.<\/p>\nLaughter,
\nmy Lady\u2019s laughter,
\nshapes the universe.Love laughter.
\nBear\u2019s laughter.<\/p>\n
\nshe hangs magic mirrors
\nin our house.<\/p>\n
\nBear\u2019s laughter.<\/p>\n
\nthrough her dreams
\neating mother, father,
\nsister and brother,
\nall except My Lady.<\/p>\n
\nleave me,
\nsays the bear.<\/p>\n
\nmagic mirrors
\ndo not lie.<\/p>\n
\nBear\u2019s laughter.<\/p>\n
\nold juke box songs . . .<\/p>\n
\nsays the bear.<\/p>\n
\nis K\u2019un, The Receptive.
\nShe would flourish
\nin a forest or a prison,
\nin a castle or a desert.
\nShe receives life
\nwherever she is.<\/p>\n
\nblazing out
\neternity.<\/p>\n