Tuesday, October 22, 2024

Knowing Existence

In the marble middle
Of each moment opened
To the air of the world,

There’s the actual text
Of the stone’s own wishes,
Which will not come along

As obedient words,
Cannot be carved away,
Can never be dissolved.

This is the fairytale
Every reader looks for,
Every rapt audience

Prays for, the wonder tale
Of being, just being.

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