i wrote this poem on the train – during 2 trips – i am sure that it did not take long – there is a date in the middle – as how it was written in my journal… but – i did
like the dead oak leaf
laying on the ground
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so to my body decaying
waiting to be found
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trying to say a million things
without making a sound
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like the leaves that wither
entrenched into the ground,
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The deposed circumference
like the wearing of a crown
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The eternal prose of erosion
flirting with the worms
tunneling to the abyss
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The happy dance that is this
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brokenness emulsified,
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the liquid of being will soon become been
and the evaporation of the now and then
to be spent in the heavens
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The eternal wrap
gifted to the souls that received
and yet to receive
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like the leaves on a newborn tree
is the essence of you & me
before the descent –
kenneth james 