she doesn’t exist but as
a small dream sinking through me
that the night is quiet endlessness;
that the day is merciful when
it rends us asunder as if
two winds drifting
timelessly
apart
she doesn’t exist but as
a small dream sinking through me
that the night is quiet endlessness;
that the day is merciful when
it rends us asunder as if
two winds drifting
timelessly
apart
This morning, I am looking through this window
of the second floor of this lovely little house
and inside I see this person dancing
and breathing a joyed word to the Sun.
Rather than walk alone, Life took Death in hand
Took Death to its side and said,
Friend, let us breach the divide
And Be one self,
Be one great thing in the vastness of all things
i never learned how to leave
because i came to Life
in quivering obedience
a slow stillness
p u l s i n g
along the tracery of me
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