he says but everything’s ascending
even if it feels like everything’s descending
or there could be a momentary retrograde
still everything’s trending upward
slowly the old bones of the earth
having for so long held death inside
are getting ready to find a way
into and around it to evolve
past death through the recovery
of an ancient hidden knowledge
of a passageway dug through thinking’s
solitary confinement cell to the free
and open sunshine of pity for all things
he says where you and I are loved
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