WHERE WIND WILL NOT MOVE

WHERE WIND WILL NOT MOVE

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Colors cross boundaries

out of One white

out of the invisible

coming to define

most everything

.

We can be as different

as dawn and midday

as near and faraway

divided by space

its echo time

.

You breathing in

while I outward

but we will be sharing

much we never see directly

gravity will be touching us

here I and you there

at the same time

.

And where you are

color will be with you

just as with me

our invisible Union

is seldom held sacred

with ignorance in the night

not while blinded by salt

not when anger is eating

love in its terminal innocence

or is love terminal at all

?

The forest have fallen

intentional planted seed

grown instead from our ideas

all this does not matter

to colors commission

and it does not matter

to Love in omission

.

No matter the elements

delicate flowers and green

stone standing with insistence

these materials are ultimately

immaterial

.

No matter the matters

that haunt in grey light

clouds that threaten change

something elemental

something eternal

is never undone

Its light

never extinguished

a Union ephemeral

harbored in touched hands

in stillness and in storm

ever-present now knocking

where wind will not move

where death does not part

.