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Wudz Words | Circles 2 Poem By Wudman

Climbing trees
to see the last colors
on the edge of
the last day

Turn around
watch what was behind you
for the new colors
of the first day

History or new
perceptions or illusions
the end is always the beginning
of.

John “Wudman” Wood
4.17.2012
Collinsville, IL