The petals bleed
onto the turtle’s back
this takes thirty millennia
of the first morning
waiting for a nuance
to awake I could see
a child reading a book
sitting on the top of
a huge rock across
the street a real event
or a symbol in someone
else’s dream minding
its own business
asking not to be judged
simply by the origin
of its bifurcation
is it perception is reception
or perception is reflection
that’s the mantram
for today?
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