C.R. Blazo Biography

A blue-green birthing of me
Frothy sloshing with salted smell
I glide in the current
And I bobble in the swell
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The year is 1979.
Hello father
I am your son
You and mom have a wonderful chance
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Elevated above touch
To descend on pillows
Wrapped and caudled
Bare no marks
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Spires rise above
The brow of the amazed ascends
In awe of a woodlands cohesion
Limestone boulders protrude, not elude
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Shockingly crisp, clean air
Waking us from slumber
Cotton candy sunrise
Blaze a frozen desert
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