visa on arrival
those with papers move
like the roach following the water
it falls from above and how we collect
the divine among us
roam freely with out resistance
another and another
your sister is my mother
from planet blue
i love Bali
excuse me thank you
the streets wind to the source
and from here to there
my soul has sailed
by friendship
and plane
tomorrow sustained
unknown spaciousness opened by charms
worn on Balinese arms
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