XV
the real that's in the world
is a word intending
absenting all it knows
a single leaf keeps falling
at the center of an eye
where the god is hidden
by the brightness it projects
we have not the strength
to divide ourselves by one
because it can't speak
the field is now a world
aimed at attention
is a word intending
absenting all it knows
a single leaf keeps falling
at the center of an eye
where the god is hidden
by the brightness it projects
we have not the strength
to divide ourselves by one
because it can't speak
the field is now a world
aimed at attention
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This is my poem and I'm proud to have it displayed on the Green Apple site. Thanks very much.
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