what is sun, sky
but the present I sublimated?
Between us and them
a light apparent
(non-binding, not blinding).
Life lived in gratitude isn't absolution.
Warm sun, wind - my graces.
Once wandress (wondrous),
the cypress, the funeral tree's
among the
first unfound.
Altered lives grounded in pilgrimage.
seis stemmed,
are that char, that chair outside, laid earth, dirt.
Of all dictions, the done one wins,
Bogged in, begin
by loving all who they were.
Sing among western mesas
among dry places.
Shout, we are here
to raze museums!
to praise libraries!
The libraries
That is where the there is, the theys are also,
the we, youse
and me.
