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Thursday, 5 December 2013

In the end

it all got done
six beds
stations in paradiso
six days
making sense
of
 endless repetition
discovering
Sysiphus' crime
endless moving 
stationary soil
turning over
displacing
considering
dumb cries of cut worm
echoing in consciousness knowing no separation
hand 
spade /joints
earth /muscles
fence /eyes
path /ears
sinew of life everlasting
the ground is prepared
the waiting begins