but then I'm there again
in rain or fog
or rays of sun
I'm there
tumbling through meadows
or falling down flights of stairs
rolling to the edge of the earth
on hands and knees
I'm there
opening boxes
climbing trees
I'm there
I'm here
I swear
to you
that I will never leave
I've found my nirvana
in spite of myself
in spite of the world around
to spite the world surround
surreal
this is
so strange
and queer
I reclaim
myself
here
I'm there
by the waterfall
counting the pebbles
in my pockets
golden raindrops
dripping from my hands
I hurt so big
the sky might burst
into a thousand shards of blue-green glass
like windsong
like heartbeats
like drum pounds
and low sounds
in the tall grass
I'm there
where no one will look
under the rock
under which
I'm there
or here
departing
or entering
falling
or rising
leaving
or going
searching
or finding
losing
or gaining
myself
far from anyone
who cares
to hate
and loves
to despise
thus
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
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