Is taken by the sun
The grass springs skyward
With the simple force of life
When the weight of myself
Is melted away
By the truth of the moment.
Always catch myself
Become myself once more
To write such words as these.
Of experience beyond language
Of joy which is killed
Always killed when spoken.
A contagion spread by words
And poetry appears like fever
A symptom of disease.
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