not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

A Soft Rain in the Trees


Sometimes you step out from yourself
into the world, your true self absent your form
the slender key which unlocks the door.
The door ajar, you don't know if you exit or enter.
Where you are is where you are.
Language is null, 
but breathing is speaking.