No need to worry.
St. Christopher was on the job,
quiet and easy and coming slow,
in the forms of grace and softness.
The meaning of moments
passing like the breeze.
Something was swelling and growing painfully,
the beginnings of pain and insufficieny,
though it didn't seem to demand any repsone,
but oozing a few painful drops of moisture,
not thinking about anything.
It seems like forever but
Life is Motion toward Knowledge,
total and magnificent emptiness.
1 comment:
This is so sad, but it is also really good. I like the simplicity of it and how thought provoking it is. The narrative works with the imagery, and it holds a truth. Excellent work. - elmeer
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