IN SUFFERING FOOLS
Grazing. That's how all these animals
do it : respite and grace, all while saying
nothing. See, there's no need for noise.
The sun dries out the unblemished skull
of a prairie animal, all while bleaching
the bones like a desert fire. Meditation
upon a thing such as that is the forested
cool spot of somewhere else - would
that the soul was there as well. Heart
and mind and mind and body : these
graceful proportions take up the years.
If the world was ever a cauldron, it
must have made a fiery noise.
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