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| i don't recognize these stars i don't recognize these stars they look different from yesturday did some great hand move them as changing a light bulb? how many gods does it take to screw in a star? more than 1, i'm sure? 5? 2? 100? 1000? 10 000? and shotting stars thrown let me be as those stars dropt from the box of changing bulbs that flicker, brilliant and then fade |
| i folded my love i folded my love a crane and she asked me what it was i folded my love a flower and she asked me what it was i folded my love a unicorn and she asked me what it was i folded my love my heart and she unfolded it, keeping the red paper always close. |
| in a dream i met a taoist sage in a dream i met a taoist sage and i asked him what taoism was he took me into the woods early in the morning we watched the sun rise in silence heard sweet birds walked past trees stooped to see the smallest creatures building smallest things we looked at a river for hours and listened to the sound of wind and water it rained briefly we lifted out heads to feel the coolness on our skin night came and the darkness of the river reflected perfect stars a leaf fell on my shoulder and i left it there somewhere we heard children laughing he took my hand we left the woods in quiet and in my dream i understood everything |