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“I feel your bear feet on hot desert sands
Departs your spirit in its search for -- what?
Does it remember greener lands
and streams its scorched yes to
mirages of still-peculiar joys
That nest themselves within your heart?
That gentle heart that stays
to survive against the
wills ambitions & desires.
Your diamond essence feels the cutters knife
-just now-
Know this is done but to release its light.

Portrait of Betty Parsons Xmas 1932
Aclfe Dabes 

Transcription Notes:
Seems this is a poem, so formatted as such