Soil
Out of complete blindness, I felt it.
The forgetfullness of the soil and its ability to deliver.
I was waiting for nothing and nothing was beautiful.
Oh, that summer coolness; where the fuck did you come from?
My bones were sluggish and my eyes were heavy and every bird had something to say.
In that moment of possible nirvana, I felt it.
The earth possibly moving too fast for me to even care about comprehending it.
Everything was alive and well.
The sun, I recall, stayed out a little while longer than it was required to do so.





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