Thursday, April 20, 2017

50/50

If it seems
like your mind

must start racing
insanely fast

just to imagine
some peace,

I promise—
it's only trying

to keep pace
with your body

(which already feels the
very same idea

as a
resignation).

What,
did you think? those crickets—

which you can't see,
but suppose

must exist—
from the way

they keep
grinding their legs to pieces

in the grass over there—
are doing it

because they
feel like it?

You think
those trees

menacing the perimeter
of this field

are tall?
Nonsense. Trees

aren't tall. Trees—
are deep.

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