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Like Our Parents Always Told Us Not To Like Firefighters Warn Against We're Playing Games And Making The Rules Up As We Go We're Matching Warmth To Warmth Starting Fires Burning Wishes Into Our Skin We're Hidden Holding Forbidden Lights We're Children Whose Fathers Have Never Taught Never Touch But We're Finding These New Flames We Smother At The Sound Of Footsteps.

I Support All People On Earth Who Have Bodies Like And Unlike My Body.

Today You Will Say Things You Can Predict And Other Things You Could Never Imagine This Minute. Don't Reject Them, Let Them Come Through When They're Ready, Don't Think You Can Plan It Al Out. This Day Will Never, No Matter How Long You Live, Happen Again. It Is Exquisitely Singular. It Will Never Again Be Exactly Repeated.

Peter Conners Stunning Prose Poems Are Packed With Keen Sensitivity, Dreaminess, And Wit. I Love His Time Travels, The Vibrant Layering Of Image And Detail. Try Taking Walks As You Are Reading This Book- The Dazzle Of Landscapes, Inner And Outer, Feel Replenished And Rich. This Is Language And Vision I Want To Come Home To Again And Again.

Energy Is Everything. Rubbing Happy And Sad Together Creates Energy.