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i will sit down
among the roots
among the stones
among the rustling leaves
and i will listen
to their whispered song
when at last i rise
to blink in the light
shaking needles from somnolent limbs
i will carry their secrets with me
nestled close against my heart
the most difficult part of a painting
is knowing the moment to stop.
sometimes i make rules just to break them
sometimes i make rules just for fun
sometimes i just put words together
just to see all the sounds that they make
now go back to the top.
the stars and moon have all but gone to bed
and i am here with echoes in my head
the lonely nights are empty with the sound
of nobody and nothing all around
i wonder if i’ll ever get to sleep
if company with no one’s all i keep
and yet, the pillow, soft beneath my head
the blanket spreads a gentle warmth around
at last, at last
i sink
to slumber deep
a yearning
a churning
a bruising
a burning
a heaving
a halving
a wreckage
a seething
a feeling
a sealing
a wound
and a healing
nine fine lines. thin, aligned
fickle fingers, prickle pines
still water, twining vines
whisper wind, gentle whine
water ripples. now, rewind
lift the needle. listen. find
rearrange a second time
nine fine lines
misaligned