If life never worked
To keep on living?
Alright then, what would
Conscious life be like
If made effortless,
Life always at rest,
Except when playing?
There’s a wind warning
Out until evening
In this dry canyon.
You wait in your door,
Just out of wind’s reach,
Watching the light move
And the branches whip.
What would life be like,
Just watching like this?
Like this? No, not quite.
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