No flat-footed gait here
For misshapen stones have congregated
Or been placed, and feathered
And weathered away into tables and craters and continents
Step, step, steps remind me
I only see what’s before my feet
thank god for that
These misshapen stones
That furious windstorms have thrown here
That the ocean lays bare its bones here
thank god for that
He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way
that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot
The sun someday will be love again. The mountain someday will be sand. The land in the end will begin again, and flowers grow out of its hand. I remembered an ancient poem, held under the tongue of a