The cold sweat of carrying too much too far
when you have miles to go
before you sleep.
A keyboard in another language
(we speak plainest in the riddle of prayer).
Joyful reunions with lizards and twilight.
Rocking into night,
leading with the hips.
Confusion of falling crazy in love
with someone who’s fallen into a zen state.
Water, water everywhere without
a ship to sink,
we all float (in the end).

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