The earth is not a cold dead place.
It is a happening of every moment
Now lost to time, encapsulated in
The way you sit, cross legged,
Breathing a sigh into the silent stars.

The earth breathes its sigh
Into my mind.
I reel, believing I have lost
Something, anywhere but here.
So many pathways.
Which will bring us to
The cold dead places
Waiting for a sign,
That we may breathe with them?

(First line inspired by the Explosions in the Sky album of the same title.)

P.S.  Will get back to this blogging business more full time soon.


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