Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge

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Leaves everywhere shake & I understand:
I know nothing.
Trees above drink of earth & shine alike:
I am nobody.
Human paths through hills & bushes decaying
the moment the pick draws away:
This hour is a gift to all & my sadness
is the struggle to share.
What answer is a tapping in our cells,
a deep rhythm, source of knowing &
nothing, move nearer, no why, move
on, sing, trust.
What answer in godless hands that
can shape dust to bullet & thus back
again, or shape dust to a prayer of thanks,
manifest a star in every seeking eye.
Leaves are shaking harder now, everywhere,
a language of both knowing & nothing,
a pickless path, this hour’s gift both
spent & unspending. Move nearer
the deep rhythm, sing, trust, move on.
No why & there never was.
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June 8, 2008
Portland, Oregon
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