Aug 212011
 
Undulations of mud and river
Moss a hollow self cored of seed--

A self without a future self,
Sourced to now alone, sans past,

Sans progenitors, sans history.
For him, the hollow one, river flowing 

River is enough.  In this slatted light,
The intermix of mazy leaves

And slap-slap patterns on the
Waterlogged log all the logy

Afternoon now and always
Is enough.  This jelly yellow

Light of the flow suffices,--
Flowing nowhere and everywhere,

Now and always,
In a land of undulous muds.

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