sent this one to a friend today, and thought what the hell:
...how tenuous our hold upon this life
enough that it is nothing and death is less,
and all our energy is given unto birth,
that holy act of sunrise over this hieratic code
of molecules in weaving fabric making of us
smile and sweetness, love and kindness
and embrace and soft embrace, the rhythm of forever
in a soft embrace and love spoken, animal, a murmur
with the trees that will outlast us, and the stars
forever in gyration while we lie amazed
to draw our bit of warmth, and know so little...
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