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Existence and Its Homecoming Party
The jetstream-cut clouds we see-
atop twisted trees and sympathy
when the sun gets low speaks to me.
I'm taken back by the beauty
when the stars awake and start to hang down.
The clarity of its being is a distraction
to the things that we think matter.
The sand and the view
and the things that we do
for the shine of all of its glory-
is subsequent to the things that we feel
and the plans that are piecing our stories.
Fill the void of life with me and this and that and this.
Please cherish the thought of a blessed place:
the place where we exist.
Ash Tree Lane
(Ash Tree Lane)
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