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xiv. High
Whatever restrains, let go:
You are not high enough.
Whatever devolves stellar music
to dumb habit, let go:
You are not high enough.
Where grey’s plummet presses out
thine vista’s green twining, let go:
You are not high enough.
Free howling rapture become
sensation’s clumsy greed, let go:
You are not high enough.
Whatever, whoever, wherever crushes
& bruises with a distracted glance,
let go: You are not high enough.
When letting go itself abandons what salves
the torn & tender within, hold on.
Reckon daylight’s approach & summit’s nearing.
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The Cenacle / 54 / April 2005