I have lived with nothing
But sixpence and decay,
Shouldering unspent boulders
Up incandescent hillsides,
Only to pause for breath,
Ignite delay,
Become rooted
to the place
of uncertainty
and hesitation,
Where once again
I hear
but do not see
The stone’s
Retreat
The momentous propulsion
Backward
toward
the ever-present
Call of
Descent and return.
Wow... simply wondeful. Congrats on putting yourself out there for the world to appreciate!
ReplyDeleteoooo...thanks for commenting Dex. I just figured out how to see/read comments. And how to do this in general...it feels like there are all these multicolored helium balloons inside of me and they're lilting and bumping and floating and I'm trying to see them and know them and maybe even to hold onto their strings without pulling them all the way to the ground but also not being taken away by their unbounded energy...
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