Unwoven


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The fabric of nature

Woven into the texture of sound

And water

And color

And thought in knowing

There is a reason for knowing

We just don’t know why

And there is an awakening

For a journey to shape Hope

In juxtaposition

To the silence of tall mountains

In juxtaposition

To war in Afghanistan where poppies wave orange

Against bullet blue skies and wind ravaged hills

In all

That matters…

In the end…

How does the curve relate to the angle?

The cross to the star to the sickle

Symbols of fallen snow

And sunset glow in acid rain?

How does blood dry up and blow away so quickly

Like forests

While I sleep

And the thudding discontent of selfhood

Lost in wanting to be

where it matters most

in the veins of the earth

where curvature has no shape and

roots stretch north

To where the stars begin

Treading softly

In what’s been left behind

 

In place.

Poetry

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