Postcard From G.A.M.
It's our first night in port.
We're all putting on our dancing shoes.
We're all readying our expectations for a good time.
We'll hit the floor and move
in that fundamentally divine process
where the puppet and the puppet master
open up to each other
in unbridled recognition
between body and soul.
Missive G.A.M. cc
Starling crimson
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