Sunday, October 19, 2014

Poem: Beyond

Out beyond ideas
of rightdoing and wrongdoing
there is no field

Only lies –

under the gnarled roots
carpeting
the shifting earth

Lies

beneath the dense foliage
veiling
the eavesdropping sky

Lies

across the entwined vines
curtaining
the whispering tree-trunks

And more lies
sewn into the linings of truth

for the rest of the universe,
if it dares to pry.

I’ll still meet you there.

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