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					When I first met him
											I saw he was so filled with love
											that it has spilled over
											into worry
											concern
											and grief
											
											
											
											                 As I watched him paint his experience
											                 I saw more of the view he held
											                 A very clear view
											                 focused strongly
											                 on the love for his loved
											
											
											
											When I sat down with him
											I felt his bonds
											to the woods
											the fields
											and the animals that lived there
											An integrity exchange
											Communication from each birth
											between the most living
											
											
											
											When he talked about sleeping in the woods
											picking the now
											climbing to the top of the trees
											I wanted to find a wood for myself
											to sleep in and eat in and be
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											                 Beautifully removed
											                 to be beautifully clear
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											He told me he climbed pylons
											I'd never met anyone who climbed pylons 
											My thoughts snagged
											on the risks and dangers that had meant
											nobody climbed pylons
											
											
											
											
											
											
											                 He explained
											                 'You just don’t touch the cables'
											
											
											
											I imagine my trembled climb
											and the rarest reward that view must return
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											
											                 When I think of him
											                 he is on top of his pylon
											                 Perched for hours in the wind
											                 above the fields and woods
											                 where his love and his loved
											                 all fly
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