Enlightenment And Others.
Enlightenment
So walked into flowers
Folding themselves into books
And asked, would you not rather die on the vine?
Reflection
In the filthy gas station restroom
Is the cracked mirror
Partially obscured by a smear
Of profanity
Beneath a yellow dangling bulb
One fly buzzing undecided.
Only here do I find my true reflection.
Asters
If ever violet astors bend in wind
Like
reddened, quaking knees in a pew
Then
the natural world
Is the
same slave of faith.
Madness
What is done is not done
In
madness
The
hurricane
Does
not make oceans insane
Upheaval
is vain
And
innocent unto itself.
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