Sunday, November 30, 2008

High at the marsh on a stump 10-10-02

I'm in some surreal world
But really I'm not
It's still called October here
The leaves are still burning
Orange, yellow, red
Burning & reaching my nostrils
I'm calling from some other place
But the sun & the moon
Are still sharing the sky
I feel I'm out
But am still surrounded
In warmth, in green
& also
The air thick with too much evil
Too little love

I left & am now
Living
Like you said
So much more
Everyday

Day?
What's in a day?
My day's the dirt & rare coffee
Flying down the hill every morning now
So fast the air
Whips by & I'm
Bawling
The air has blinded me, me laughing hysterically

& you're here
We've left. We're gone
But still there
'Cause it's God
& God is always there

In the bugs & the tree &
The gold on yr skin. The
Life in your eyes
Never failing
Like the sun always eventually
Making it's appearance

But wait. Wait!
Let's be still
Not move for hours, for
Anyone, anything
Let's be here but be gone
Minds entwined
To create

& love God

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