once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead

see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed

odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing

I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island

I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies

which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…

sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two

In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union

death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening

summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse

Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid

Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind

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