On Earth,
We go down
To get
What’s needed.
That’s all.
Here lies
One
Whose name
Was writ
On
Father.
Mother,
Queen of the universe,
—Where infinitely out of reach
Is closest to the
Heart.
“I’m so bored!”
—Death & Life & Pleasure & Hardship
be your
Panacea;
Keep you busy,
Child.
All of it—
Beads of water hang from a bough
The wind blows down.
—Not a wet thought left.
What’s happening is happening,
And,
For a little while,
I heard and saw
All there is.
To anywhere
Without reason
Through the
Ice
Of ghosts,
The wind
Sweeps.
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