The Campfire Conference

whatever order may entail

upon the structures that detail

circumstance and happenstance,

it falls apart; it flies away;

it is not solid quick belief, not faith,

but these be moving too;

in time, in thought, in visible relief;

a shadow left of light’s collision with itself,

on matter, moment, mode, less than these;

itself these things arrange

more vibrant for silences that never are

 

repetitious heartbeat in green stone

words in rain styled clay

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