21.ix.22
989
3.263
a place of silent meditation
next in the sauna series
some would call it prayer
just now and then conversation breaks out
as if it were a purpose
here we are in the heart of the tree
burns as it stands
and we inside
a congregation
a confession
silent, solemn mostly, you see
just between us and whomever, whatever
this is the place for a lost tribe of thoughts
trails through the days led us here
little freaks and accidents
steams comes out of ythe ears of the tree
there is hilarity as well
that’s look at what the gods made
look at us!
all dangly and vast of skin
this must all have been intended
it was when I came to the hole in the ice
I struggled to believe
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