Thursday, August 04, 2011

Your People

constantly entertaining the last-time thought-form
the last time I will see this sky these cloud shapes
this mountain ridge speaks clearly sometimes yes
sometimes not yet I come again for May marriage

the adventure aspect evaporates the least emerges
amazing apparent isolation radical silence starlight
darkness other dimensions powered up as unseen
animal life encroaches recognizing willed intrusion

we as well belong here there where every intention
manifests in living forms a thousand blueberries a
few bushes not eaten thrill chickens not a matter
of what you prefer give in these are your people

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