Saturday, November 26, 2016

The Third Beast Is Doubt

To the extent the world is largely
An exercise in not forgetting
What just happened it’s vital
You remember your point
In the whole conflagration
Scents carry we say they carry
The soul’s burning aspirations
Past the sweetness and sweat
Caught in clothes or odd places
To its specific yearning as a leaf
To rise to the heights of power
To undergo disintegration
As a conscious process
And return amazed
Amazing as a flower

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