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I am awake to the empty room,
alive - and aware of the loss.
I am seeing the whole scene now,
knowing its despair. - I am with you
in the crevices hidden, in the fear
of stars, in whispers and in the dark.
I am open-eyed to the past.
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…it strikes me suddenly, that a hermit knows no lonliness
instead, knows more of life than we could ever portend.
that his having to live for the purpose of simply being -
of simple being, of complete and utter knowledge of that ledge
where off of it there is nothingness, a void of spirit, death
and on the other side, a branch that is vibrant of some ether,
some juice or salve that is sweet and aromatic of blood and earth -
that he alone knows what the marrow of these bones are worth,
that he alone controls his day with the thought of letting go,
of holding fast and walking the narrow strait of the cavern face -
while we have forgotten why we are here hanging, so long ago.
alive - and aware of the loss.
I am seeing the whole scene now,
knowing its despair. - I am with you
in the crevices hidden, in the fear
of stars, in whispers and in the dark.
I am open-eyed to the past.
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…it strikes me suddenly, that a hermit knows no lonliness
instead, knows more of life than we could ever portend.
that his having to live for the purpose of simply being -
of simple being, of complete and utter knowledge of that ledge
where off of it there is nothingness, a void of spirit, death
and on the other side, a branch that is vibrant of some ether,
some juice or salve that is sweet and aromatic of blood and earth -
that he alone knows what the marrow of these bones are worth,
that he alone controls his day with the thought of letting go,
of holding fast and walking the narrow strait of the cavern face -
while we have forgotten why we are here hanging, so long ago.