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There is no underlying
magic soup. There is no one
answer to the vagaries of nature—
abundance is self-renewing
and everlasting, always
an amplification of itself or
a reduction as time and tide decree.
Health is a balance
struck by the powers.
Disease is brought on
by peace dethroned.
Touch is a mystery
I can’t explain.
A child is formed
inside the womb headfirst.
Thought is separate
from sensation.
Daylight or starlight
I never ask:
which end—
which beginning?
To the degree
we mimic the movement
of the stars
we are immortal.
Self-moving things
have no choice
but to be everlasting.
We carry heaven
to our graves
in order to transform
ourselves to flame.
By that immolation
we reconcile creation.
Find a familiar entrance
implicit in each exit
and shed the husk
we thought we were
as seed to stem
returns to seed again.