Thursday, November 17, 2011

#6 II

A tribesman,
all withered and strange
wanders the forest for food 'for the rain
he challenges even the most fierce equations
and seems to get nowhere for his weight isn't gaining
He hears his tendons stretch as he placidly combs the plane
While his heart sinks deeper through soul, his mind stays balanced, whole, and tame

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