My magnum opus was a maple key,
Imprinted pond ripples in amber
A hundred journals worth of sins
Rimmed it with azure
My maple key rode majestically
Upon the southern breeze
Tornado in the Church bell and
Flames around the riverbend
Devout insomniac, I stalked
My maple key barefoot into
Jasper mornings–too ethereal,
too intricate for untrained eyes
I watched its azure streak lotus
By lotus, but never land
Without a star’s conception
In sync, that’s right–never in jest
Inkling 
“Devout insomniac, I stalked
My maple key barefoot into
Jasper mornings–too ethereal,
too intricate for untrained eyes ”
Love these stanzas especially. Utterly radiant writing.
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