i escape through a lush country,
green beyond belief in itself, where
the sweet root calls as birds in
summer heat and peace is an
underwhelming joy.
if i could give you a question to ask
of them and place it bullet like in the rich air,
a question unseeming,
redundant to an old man yet
appropriate to the young,
it would be a question heavy
with doubt, dignity, pregnant with faith,
insolent in a single word why.
&&
all that lives in this place knows
the same, under moon and sun and stars,
feels the blooming brush, breath
life and surrender.
night’s oldest tales told stiff.
will become myth wanting from us
what it passes to us,
as it shames us what people want.
what they never know but
feel, in the same way,
that birds know the bodies
and heartbeats, of the birds they follow,
is the soft wind wearing
shining mountains to sand
not immediately, but long and patiently,
is the chance of religion, life in stone
and the deepest ***********
invisible?
we struggle to see, and find
what is visible like sundown and sunrise,
hidden or cloudless,
and it burns and
it is beautiful as it burns.
how could we want more?
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 3:25 AM UTC
i escape through a lush country,
green beyond belief in itself, where
the sweet root calls as birds in
summer heat and peace is an
underwhelming joy.
if i could give you a question to ask
of them and place it bullet like in the rich air,
a question unseeming,
redundant to an old man yet
appropriate to the young,
it would be a question heavy
with doubt, dignity, pregnant with faith,
insolent in a single word why.
&&
all that lives in this place knows
the same, under moon and sun and stars,
feels the blooming brush, breath
life and surrender.
night’s oldest tales told stiff.
will become myth wanting from us
what it passes to us,
as it shames us what people want.
what they never know but
feel, in the same way,
that birds know the bodies
and heartbeats, of the birds they follow,
is the soft wind wearing
shining mountains to sand
not immediately, but long and patiently,
is the chance of religion, life in stone
and the deepest ***********
invisible?
we struggle to see, and find
what is visible like sundown and sunrise,
hidden or cloudless,
and it burns and
it is beautiful as it burns.
how could we want more?