I will let go of my form one day
what will I be then?
energy just bouncing around in the dust
a breeze blowing across damp metal creating rust
maybe a shimmer flashing in the hood of a car
or the haze in the distance blurring a rising star
two reeds sticking out of a pond one is wiggling back and forth
I'd be doing that.
The gate in the backyard catches the wind, bangs the post
you know where I'm at.
let's say my form is gone
I will find ways to carry on
tiny little motions
or really big bangs
just when you think it's over
something somewhere starts again.
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