a first dream called ocean

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here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap
and to your (in my arms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain

and here's to silent certainly mountains, and to
a disappearing poet of always, snow
and to morning; and to morning's beautiful friend
twilight (and a first dream called ocean) and

let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid
down with ought with because with every brain
which thinks it thinks, nor dares to feel (but up
with joy; and up with laughing and drunkenness)

here's to one undiscoverable guess
of whose mad skills each world of blood is made
(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon

- e.e. cummings
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Well kids, I'm officially moving to Hawaii! May 26th I'll be taking that 17 hour flight over to the Pacific side of things to spend a glorious seven months (if not longer) living on Oahu. Kind of amazing actually... thrilling and terrifying and utterly fantastic. It's 2010 after all, right? More to come...