Wednesday, February 23, 2011


What is this world
if not the dream-death
of the living?
Infinite effete souls eternally
wasting their earthly pursuits--
are we not already
in heaven lost?

Each body(soul) in motion for the mind
looking eyes bearing themselves
unclean to the weary quest

the all important silent lonely quest--
whisper low green pasture
stepping stone on water
sun rises on gray train facade
crossing bridge gray morning
wind calling out truthfully
to heaven eternal

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