Good morning
(for all my troubles
and all my disappearing
and all my running away
and all my anguish)
Times of solstice
times of forever
(remember the speech I gave
about how THIS is the infinite,
now is infinity
I think I was rambling as I ran backwards
through the forest talking to you)
There is snow blowing through the air
in Montana today
children celebrate the mythologies
they are inculcated into
Never pausing, even as adults
to deconstruct
the fatal machine
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