Saturday, February 15, 2014

2.1018 : 2/15/08 : Whirlwind (Seventyseven: 23 of 81)

Is this simple enough
is this quiet enough
to come to fruit on its own terms?
no this is a whirlwind
no this is a thunderstorm
writ brief
by the air with its birds
by the earth with its worms
To be One with the all
to be one with virtue
to be one with loss
owned by the all
owned by virtue
Caught without counting the cost
and if I have no faith in it
it will have no faith in me
that is my whirlwind prose
my frailty

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