built this only with time with
summer turned twilight now
piled leaves autmned
toward this heavy valley's
stars through the fog. it's here,
stream or wave sounds
like hard stones soft
when dirt decays eternity into bones
on fire. there is a heart beat
and it dreams. we adhere, we
hack away at perpetuity
sinking entropy gathers moment
-um- and then dreams
invent our daily. suddenly.
days nights in between shadows
two darknesses dragging, the moon
paints a mournful longing of the sun.
the meantime echoes with mirrors,
what you do is repeated returning and
refraction of your own light
kissing smooth silver. the eye
the be-holder. the earth lives
your life, you make the motions
give matter meaning
let the river pass or
get trapped in the sky. no
matter what it gets in you, binds
to you
so graves exhale the future's past
where we sleep dream descend
into fruits whose trees
we never thought to touch we
were busy believing that time had anything
to do with eternity.
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