From heart-trees
resin drawn from cut and sun
breath on a waiting window pain
escapees from grass blade --
they tell me
I've lost myself
in the language of this world
gone from myself
and arrived
at a temple long abandoned
for lack of faith
and here I recline
to live out my hours
those rusted time-slivers
cleaned of hurt-residue
showered with grace.
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