reincarnation and enlightenment
upwards and backwards
a ladder-like helix twirls on its flipside
atomic, deterministic, inspired
i lost among its countless rungs
climb in the direction of tulips, shells, and pearls
the way of being without words,
and envision trees, rocks, and clams
the only thing to touch is dirt
reach towards the other world
of fireflies, wolves, and prophets,
and envision ants, dogs, and lovers
the only thing to touch is worms
working in my garden
hands toying for a moment with what one can
touch,
looking away—the busy street
turns black with shut eye
and i envision...
and i stretch in all directions...
and then
I,
am just me again
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a ladder-like helix twirls on its flipside
atomic, deterministic, inspired
i lost among its countless rungs
climb in the direction of tulips, shells, and pearls
the way of being without words,
and envision trees, rocks, and clams
the only thing to touch is dirt
reach towards the other world
of fireflies, wolves, and prophets,
and envision ants, dogs, and lovers
the only thing to touch is worms
working in my garden
hands toying for a moment with what one can
touch,
looking away—the busy street
turns black with shut eye
and i envision...
and i stretch in all directions...
and then
I,
am just me again
Back to Poetry Menu