Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Hollow Valentine

How can we return our bodies
To the condition in which
They were given to us
If our souls won’t help
The only way back is knowledge
And thinking that can enter
The narrow stalk hollow
Like the dandelion on which
So many gold and airborne
Seedlings await their calling
But right now they’re only
At the beginning thinking
Has only begun to think
About itself to set its roots

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