Day 523: Indescribable

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come walk
barefooted with me

along this razor edge of earth and sky

 

where the man –

 

who endless digs
in definition of himself,

to find

to find

to find

his deep treasures
and bury them back again
for fear they’d be stolen
or mocked,

or who otherwise
altars his work in vain,
with polish
and rub,
and shine and display

for the small stones
he’d pulled from the ground –

 

sees the shape of himself:

 

shadow and light,
as real as a cloud,
opaque,
but not solid,
a form,
unfixed,

and every color undulating
until washed
by its muting mixing

and rests to be

 

indescribable.

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