in consideration of the velveteen rabbit
Friday, October 24th, 2008We wake from a long sleep.
Our feet still wet with dew drawn
by thick summer grasses, this art
of knowing, distilled,
constellated on the map
by which we find ourselves
connected.
Is this the unified field?
Our faces rubbed with the milk
of moons, hands together
white as wishbones, white
as the unpublished stillness
of night.
In the gold temple, they will continue
to bow through darkness.
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