that
eternity is in us
lacks
name or personality
it
is a faceless thing, forgetting
there's
no having been before
the rain comes, goes
in
the rain-between, kookaburra
whose
to call?
the
bones revealed
mean just one thing
solidity and gumleaf ground
the ages see in that soil as written
all this ceasing to be
no more mysterious
than coming along
and
as for thanks
bring palms towards
the raw applause
the mind's-a-blank
is going there
inward or out
the vanishing?
is there one to say?
life, the long question
not a series
because forgetting last asked
watching rain fall
after the dry
among my wonders
this most
knowing that no one is watching
how often I dance with myself
to this tune
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