A Cargo of Green Hearts
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before I had any of these thoughts
I was as still as a doll or a star I orbited nothing but the silence and then I was alive and suddenly an old man it all happened so quick there was no time, not even for a summary. I think, though that I shall relinquish eyes less than any other thing, the way they tether or pull or push at the world with less than air and how they shut so that even the moon cannot reach them. as it happens when I am again a doll or star it is my eyes I wish to leave behind (most choose to leave their bones but I have promised them to the earth from which I was loaned such firmness) two jasper sparks, two silver buoys two candles in an empty house I haven't used them up yet. as it may be for a while let them keep looking out on what I loved and in looking become what they see and in becoming, light as light wholly disappear. Comments are closed.
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