The shy speechless sound
of a fruit falling from its tree,
and around it the silent music
of the forest, unbroken…
Groundwater, between all the particles
That compose me
Because of the vacuum of Wanting and
The gravity of Hoping
It takes a little time
Forgive me
For reality to seep back in
To stay very still and meditate on
What This is and is not
of a fruit falling from its tree,
and around it the silent music
of the forest, unbroken…
Don’t let me collect these stars for you, sweetness and light fades and I will be left with decorations
to remind me forever
and even if I stay up counting
stars
there won’t be enough
for extra strength or sweet relief
like chewing gum
for
this
addiction
Groundwater, between all the particles
That compose me
Because of the vacuum of Wanting and
The gravity of Hoping
It takes a little time
Forgive me
For reality to seep back in
To stay very still and meditate on
What This is and is not
I know your words like verse
Your smell stays with me
I’ve learned the minutiae of you:
Eyelashes, pores, line of jaw
Flash of smile
Clockwork circus highwaymen
Performing leaping surprise hellos
Taking all my composure
Sit it out
Sit it out
Wait for the days to dilute you
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