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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Saturday, October 10, 2009

down down down

water flows
down down down
into the shallow blue of My lake.

from the hills where the glacier died,
across the gentle slope of land,
through the slowly flowing wetlands,
in sparkling webs,

water flows.

down down down
into the shallow blue of My lake.

where once the emerald forests stood entwined
a people lived and grew,
building cities, harsh with brick and stone,
until the forests I once knew
were burned away to wasteland.

yet.

water flows down into the shallow blue of My lake.


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