Lullaby
hear, still the gentle music box
of a time lost to myth calling you
back home into the clearing
of a forest as sunlight drips through
these canopies laying low the gentle
hum of grace and permit yourself
to live lightly, want softly, exist
not for absolution but for life
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let the wind rustle the needles
and the rain soften the earth it
will be all over soon this tectonic
logic swallowing earth back down
into the nothing from which it came
into the ocean back into the raw
mix of flowers and rocks that held
from falling up into the sky
the waves crash endless eroding
the monuments that our hubris
prophesies eternal — it’s all dust
in the end an elegy for all pride
so hold soft, that which you adore
let the light break through all your
broken constellations and fight not
for wholeness — but for new light
