Meditation: Poem
Immutable
I know the impossible like I know the
Coldcracked air in my lungs
Snapping vessels that taste of blood and
Sun
That drips from your eyelash
Splashing into salty forevers
Returning void after ceaseless void—
Yet still I reach—
Whispering prayers in forty languages
Weeping over water that
Bludgeons light-bruised stones
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Depth, life, connection. I feel all these when I read this verse. Experiencing all five senses-and maybe a sixth.
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