Something Abstract
What was once a timber kingdom,
and was then a fractured bone
and recently a tolerable debris
is now air: breathable but just
a vanishing point on the
horizon.
Every leaf and branch
I clung to at the beginning
(timber kingdom) now
treats me as a ripened
fruit ready to fall to
hereafter.
Every leaf and branch
I could gather at the middle
(tolerable debris)
can no longer be gathered.
Because
every leaf and branch
is ancient vapor and we are all
breathing it in as if
the next breath shall
be our last.
Friday, January 1, 2010
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