Meditation: Poem
Your skin: fiction—
Your words: fustian—
Your soul: insuperable—
You turn away with the ease of
Ice on hot macadam
And I wonder how you keep from feeling as desperate
As I do
"Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity..." --John Muir, 1898
Friday, October 19, 2007
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I think I'm going to start using your sight for soul expansion. It's very efficient. three new vocab. words in about 2 minutes. fustian, macadam, insuperable. I know desperation already.
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