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does paradise lay in the glittering
when countless nightlights stand
upon the purple bloodshed,
after the passionate war of day
or does it rest only in the moving mind,
the mind that cannot recognize perfection
when it falls asleep in our arms
all the flickering stars, they speak of yesterday
and the slowly brightening horizon, of tomorrow
but, what if tomorrow never came
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photo: starry midnight sky over Arches National park, march 2018
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I am she, the forest
a pair of shoulders trembling in the summer rain
the rib cage of mangled tree roots
holding in the beating earth
these are the bones, they confine my heart
and the never ending tears
feeding the seeds, soaking the soul
hibernating little beasts, still asleep
late for the sunrise in my belly
and the clouds will stir their bodies
to deliver the evening with forgiveness
day after day, I peer through my fingers
daring to see how my branches have grown
when will the season change?
when will the flowers bloom?
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photo: Mt. Hood National Forest, june 2019
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be still, shivering heart
the skies are falling, but you will not be harmed
why are you so afraid, at the end of this world?
it is the beginning, too
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photo: sunset over Tampa, Florida, may 2019
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even if the life we choose
tethers us closer to the ground,
though we always long for liberation
we are merely mortal,
and freedom is the cosmos letting us
create our own chains
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photo: Angeles National Forest, april 2019
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release the breath
you've been holding in too long
and have a good cry
when you're in my arms
the safest place
to live, or to die
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photo: desert dandelions, joshua tree national park, february 2019