lay on the ground
like dead fall leaves...
boundless energy offered to
sky gods watching over us,
ideas dried up and forgotten
float down creeks and streams,
tiny pebbles that cannot
defend themselves...
air ideas bubble forth,
up and endless onwards,
on a quest of awareness
far from their origination...
bent over in delight, we
inaugurate our minds to the
condition known as apathy.
August 26, 2024
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