Moments II

October 20, 2013

Articulated minute of
An unending word

When I see all things here,
Clear as the first day of creation

Nothing is lost.

Look at this tree, firm in its thereness.
In a stare
Is a sense that one retains.

Suffer me to bear the minutes
‘Fore they fade;
Before they fall and
Drink themselves hollow.

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