Nature Of Light Falling

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Came Bearing Gifts Of Uncertainty


Were it the nature of the moon

to drop red into our eyes

see your fertile eternity

amidst this fracturing of truth

sweetened into colors too deep to drink

so far away next to memory

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There are these steady things

balanced between earth and orb

tidal needs ebbing and flowing

starlight running out into chaos

Perfect

and found living on earth

nothing truly cut out;

all that was

and is

Yes

that too

All that will be

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Your constant of change

following these same clouds shapes

identical wind

as yesterday

same shallow grass

dry as tomorrow

our Absolute of Love

complete in its missing pieces

longing around fulfillment

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Trees inhabit horizons

arms raised

others broken down

weeping as rain

worms and beetles

purchase a new world

in shades of forgiveness

and approach of winter

 

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