The moon. A diamond. One-thousand wings. And below the earth in tedious darkness.
Bamboo. Kachinas. A barrier island. Thunder coughing in the long uncertain non-negotiable horizon.
Guitars. A cornstalk. Pawns, knights, and kings. Lightning flashes in a full-length mirror.
A panther. Green temples. Convoluted driftwood. Rain creating writing on the white-washed walls.
Blue cup. Brass Shiva. A rough-hewn altar. The flood that washes all this said material away.
Nothing. But something. An always being now. The timeless no tomorrow staying in the once again today.
~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
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