MIRROR
9.22.20
“in order to be with you, people must first bend.”
said the ax to the pine-cone.
you’ve wrongly mistaken
the joy of self recognition
for the fear of the unknown, you namby-pamby fool.
this pace is set more by intuition than reason,
a gait fueled more by vague hints of wonderment,
than steady assessments of purpose
and these people whom I choose to walk besides me are nothing short of courageous
to diminish them less than;
you have to diminish the worth of the moon.
to drive a wedge between human beings and the trees and the beasts and the waters, because trees and beasts and waters are as loyal to the moon as to the sun. To drive a wedge between thought and feeling, between the lamplight by which we count the day’s earning and the dark to which our dreams are connected.