Wednesday, May 18, 2005



I want to become
the green grass,
lying, resting, beneath the night
I want to become
one with the moonlight,
the grass, the air
I don't want this human shape,
crushing the grass,
creating monstrous shadows
and frightening the rabbits
I want to become
the cool dew
hanging in the dark air
constant, changeless,
I want to take the road
back to all these,
back to the power that is in these
I am weary of
human artifice
and of my part in it
please take my hand
lead me home.


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