still standing there
sitting in a moon’s field light
the trees steeped in a day’s meaning
of tomorrow’s same old beginning
same old ways of becoming
that it might be so
but never did the epistle predict that
what was predicated on a falsehood
what was promised in perpetuity
came not from berating ad hominem
but in what the scroll in velum
the parchment by a withered hand decreed
stop
you just stop there
now think
and we are still standing there
as the sun sets and dawning clouds
alternate pink and black and blue
and thinking becomes thinking
about thinking
and we are still standing there
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