Take the withered mountain and try to find its lake whose atoms are forever running late they cannot choose between the exigency of water and the posterity of stone reach of loss equals the reach of small equals the hundred wishes that stand with petals & fronds I catch the passage of these petals & fronds as if it was my name carved out in song as if the algebra of difficulty is measure of frailty if only finality confirmed origin would that the child chide sky -
It’s a prayer.
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“the exigency of water and the posterity of stone” love this!
Thanks 🙂