no i don’t

write about other people

my god

i’m a startled bird

to my own body

listen, here’s a rock i found:

no sorrows hold a stone but set it down

only time will touch and then but gently

joy herself speaks quiet a single word

stretched in ecstasy over the aeons

a stone is all one, no matter its parts

the beasts that die inside us: materials!

that vary wildly as the great cosmos

you know that every stone is a sister

sand to saturn, after a moment:

another, a conduit for all time

even the pearl can see that growth is slow

settle, let the world revolve around you

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