Pacific Eve
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for Ann Lynnworth
Gauguin knew you. All I knew was the smooth
Vahine turning of your brown including eyes
That could passion and compassion soothe
And demon-driven hungers humanize.
And if Gauguin could see you now! New Eve
In a new Garden, webhub Magic Queen
Of network tendrils poised to weave
Us electronic Edens of the felt, unseen.
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