I love your primitive form of
giant lurking
bet the crest of the dinosaur, the mighty flanks where
sinks tenacious roots in your green fleece.
I will enter into a summer evening of absolute clarity
when the mind is silent and the stars that mark the sky
lakes moon
are your own eyes wide open to explore the abyss where the soul
abandons himself headlong
expands and loses
between mysterious presences ...
course has penetrated to dark and meandering paths
bone
to print in this sense of
home to my wandering soul
escapes and returns, ground anchor
friend of peace.
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