Clear Water
I go where nothing’s bitter and nothing sweet, only clear water below the mountain, cleansed by stone in dark caverns, given to the light.
September 29, 2011
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I go where nothing’s bitter and nothing sweet, only clear water below the mountain, cleansed by stone in dark caverns, given to the light.
Looking down the broad avenue a strange tidal river runs of cars, trucks and bicycles flowing into the city with the gravity of commerce; wires
Your story rests within the earth old and unending, rising from the deep forest on gnarled and twisted roots to the lifting trunk and furthest
The solar arc turns southward as the high days of long light begin their descent to autumn. The aberration of war continues yet beneath layers
Wings to the sky, the sea bird heads out across the water, such faith in a feather, lifted above the wind stirred sea, the heart