The concept was just a bit ago
Clear; then in its midst I lost
The ability to move. I must
It seems, be able to clench
My fist and then my mind in that
Order. Without that I merely dream,
Drifting like a slow moving cloud
Whose outline seems fixed until
Measured against another.
Even if I think out loud and in
The brief time past look down,
I can watch my fist unfurl.
“Just swallow the sunshine”
Pressed the Shadow. Well
For him to say in his hiding.
I’ve lost substance by his
Side these passed few years,
Cloven from shielded eyes.
The last of us trudged up
Here to set our baskets down
Saying one to the other,
“This much is good” and
Began to weep. There
Was music pulsating
Behind. Urging inexorably
Our staying here in this
Place till we
Who can still stand
Crane our necks and stare
At the sun till we go blind.
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