Lost Secret.
The crow beside the road
Gave a sudden wink.
I
couldn't read the code
And missed the link.
A derisive croak
Was
the word it spoke.
.
By The River.
Sunlight glitters like a form of speech
As water's
eloquence slides by.
Yes, there are regions we can't reach:
We read the
codes awry.
.
Death of my mother.
Dying is final but too slow.
She said goodbye and
then she could not go.
Whatever's real the suffering is so.
The mind announces but it does not know.
The
spirit's willing but the body, no.
She said goodbye and then she could not
go.
Pain's a flower that will always grow.
Nothing is
hidden for the pain will show.
Whatever's real the suffering is so.
She said goodbye and then she could not go.
Whatever's real the suffering is so.
Dying is final but too slow.
.
Full Moon: 3 a.m.
To be here waking is act the spy:
I beg the night's
pardon - and Goodbye.
.
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