What else could be said about passing stars
the wonderment and gaze and aimless nights in bars
rainy sidewalks and desolate night streets
freaks, unknown, slumbers, and the night air
like churned dust in a daylight wind, gone!
Vanishing people, places, and things
trees appeared that normally went unnoticed in
this spell, crazed, spaced, and incorrigible
it could have been me! It should have been!
And, why hadn't it been? A chiseled stone has
already been carved; in fact starved!
I'm a leaf and the current is not ready for me
the sun shall continue to burn my shoulders
I will still at times dance out of this body.
My breath will become effortless
the air, the moon, the stars, the eyes of the forest!
It is they who sustain me....
rock bottoms and rigid cliffs
shale, peat moss, and beaming green. Sparkling
glass reflections and budding trees. cherry blossoms
and you and me; our retreat, your monastery!
And now, my ascension from the cuts and lacerations
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