Friday, July 3, 2015

peace




this form is an open window
without is within
step across the threshold
no boundary of skin

remembering to breathe
as old Self, very old
as tree
water, air, earth, vegetable mold

where is peace?
a moment right before
i fall asleep
that dark and quiet door


 lahc
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