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What are words?

Tears of silence.

What is darkness?

Womb of light.

Be the climax
of your opposite.

Voluptuous hibiscus in
an empty bulb.

Your grief bears joyful orphans.

The birth mother pants
your true name.

You remember
the mystery of Winter.

To see the same old
stories in moonlit stone

sparkling with quartz.

Shake your fist all night

to the unknown God.

At dawn, take communion
in your tomb.

Anger subsides.

You have learned how to look.

To root down in hollows

where the fur dreams stars.

To undress the mind

and discover the nakedness

that makes you dance.

Anger subsides.

You have learned how to look.
No season is not Grace.
Learn from a useless
Autumn sunflower
how to empty yourself,
how to scatter
a thousand Spring mornings.