To lighten up language, I’ve/
Dug deeper, soared higher
A grassroots entry into oblivion
The little landscapes collected/
Of a billion lives, varieties, in-commons
To become a single blade of grass
Or a single bead of flowing water/
That’s the first conundrum
To identify with everything
Purely, without pretence/
I do not barter light and dark
They simple are, like the macrocosm
Of my internal states, I mirror them well/
With is neither grief nor joy
But only peace, nature, what is –
Time will tell if I listened or loved/
This world well, with my lack of vitality
To lighten up language, I’ve
Blown in your direction, across/
Buried cities, with little saliva
In my mouth for the end-of-times
I’ve dreamed apocalypse would be/
Not so different, as the sweet oblivion
Of a dying world, that thrives if only
For it’s artificial growth.
“To lighten up language, I’ve
Blown in your direction”
my garden frairies will hear
new songs
will linger awhile
before saying goodnight.
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