(from the moon series)
doesn’t want to go home,
isn’t ready yet, reads and writes
and tries to distract and fails
(are thoughts the most powerful force
in the universe?),
shrivels stomach, empties tear ducts,
sweats and cracks the ________
and finally gets to the point,
the one that only comes with time,
where the soul, the mind, and the heart
debate, come to make arrangements,
agreements, to repeal the taxation
and allow the body to breathe once again,
breathe like it always could,
breathe like before the wild seed
of love was planted in the black,
unmoving meadow, again.
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