LISTEN TO ME
Listen to me great son of the sky, grand
daughter of creation: I am singing your
praises as I go about my way. Behind me,
some rugged panorama of hills and valleys
fades - all your nursery tales and storybook
lines and endings disappear with Peter Rabbit
hopping down his bunny trail.
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Everything has disappeared, and now we have
internalized all things. I note the way the barns
and buildings sag along the traveler's road. Things
are just not made to last, and we eventually all
outstay our welcome. I do not doubt these things.
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Look around you: festive occasions are happy while
sad occasions are sad. Rise up, you youth of all
this circumferance - tell yourself this is earth
and circle and globe and world. You've learned
all these things when young, while absorbing what
you were told. For myself, I believe none of it at all.
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