A way to once more love
comes with stillness
and total silence.
Stone-smooth-stone
and nothing else could fall.
A light of affection
comes to be
with severance!
There is severance from
the wicked mailboxes
whose stomachs contain the
Nags.
To once more Love
I do not think of you
when I am not with you.
Standing on, and looking out,
I Love you when I am near you
and disappear when you are gone.
Standing on stone,
smooth without fraud.
Standing on smooth,
with pockets happily empty.
None can see you,
and none should speak--
They never will,
or should they ever.
You live as a mineral
and remember hands that
passed you along.
We steal less fruit from trees,
there
and there is less thievery of time
from strangers.
People pour their hearts
and color the waters
and the stream flows forever
Let the stream flow, forever.
Stand yourself up
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