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She Let A Moth Drown In the Lake She let a moth drown in the lake, Waves taking stackars* little thing Further than her oar could reach. Standing on beach, cupped eye, Squinting, trying… Moth was gone. Death had won. Just so you know I do no lie, That ‘she’ was I. I am the wimp who hesitated. Fear of depth, of cold, of wet. Excuses inexcusable. Death of moth, still flapping moth Is just as undeserving as our own demise. Pedestrian, prosaic, commonplace, Disgusting, Yet compulsively discussable. All living things delight in life-ness. While they move and throb the slightest, They delight. Who takes a life by standing by Will also die. It is essential, is it not, to cry, Identify with kin? Kin hereby meaning ‘life within’. Left with remorse and shame She self-condemns, She takes the blame. She hopes some force That knows the individuality of moth Shows sympathy in rebirth In some future form that has a breath. So be it, Om, Amen to Earth! She Let A Moth Drown In the Lake 6.14.2020 Birth,Death & In Between II;Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Nature II;Pure Nakedness;Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover, Corwin *stackars; Swedish; ‘poor thing’
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Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 6:17 AM UTC
She Let A Moth Drown In The Lake
She Let A Moth Drown In the Lake She let a moth drown in the lake, Waves taking stackars* little thing Further than her oar could reach. Standing on beach, cupped eye, Squinting, trying… Moth was gone. Death had won. Just so you know I do no lie, That ‘she’ was I. I am the wimp who hesitated. Fear of depth, of cold, of wet. Excuses inexcusable. Death of moth, still flapping moth Is just as undeserving as our own demise. Pedestrian, prosaic, commonplace, Disgusting, Yet compulsively discussable. All living things delight in life-ness. While they move and throb the slightest, They delight. Who takes a life by standing by Will also die. It is essential, is it not, to cry, Identify with kin? Kin hereby meaning ‘life within’. Left with remorse and shame She self-condemns, She takes the blame. She hopes some force That knows the individuality of moth Shows sympathy in rebirth In some future form that has a breath. So be it, Om, Amen to Earth! She Let A Moth Drown In the Lake 6.14.2020 Birth,Death & In Between II;Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Nature II;Pure Nakedness;Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover, Corwin *stackars; Swedish; ‘poor thing’
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arlene-corwin
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 6:17 AM UTC
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