Thursday, August 14, 2014

PILLAR

The bright and fluid 
wind today—
it booms 

and it—bids me
as it 
ever has:

Live like me! 
Be free! Be free!
To get filled-
up and get

stuck—or worse!
to be 

led!—those heavy 
conveyances are 
surely paths 
to stillness—to death!

But by now—I've learned 
how
not to be moved

by such hollow
manipulations 
of the air; long have I stood

in the same place—
on exactly 
the same 
day—muttering 

the tough 
straight up-
and down

immovable truth—to live

to always 
continue to live—is exactly 
to obey 

the secret 
most—inflexible 
thing there is in me;

a need—
to spit 

salty into 
the oncoming wind 
and then—to just
remain perfect-

ly still—
while the 
sting

returns 
home—to hit 
the rock it came from.

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