“Should I go to the concert, the movies, the elevating
Talk, spinning class, walk On the beach, maybe the solar Observatory, the political speech?” And he suffered from the ads that fluttered And Facebook and Whatsapp, that strolled in his soul, Because he wanted to plant a tree deeply, He was tired of the entire rigmarole-- He wanted his thoughts and movements to be So deep that on a Januarynight He would look and say, “Well, that’s my tree, Dusted white, tinted with moonlight,” Rooted in the soil of a forest Whose silence is so deep that one’s mind Descends, there is a ravine, a chasm, A serpent pours out and leaves behind Its skin, in the depth of the earth are the seeds, The insect eggs, the navigating Worms, a rich, brown earth, the mind Descends into a single waiting
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