Wednesday, April 17, 2013

The Unicorn

I see on the surface
what forms inside me

While

within my inside reflects
the surface image

the joy of a temple chant
announces my arrival

lingering between me
and the god I behold

Emptiness

not like space
but like a web

I will usually avoid
all that burns
or freezes under

I am used to
a moderation
unlike my own

I hesitate to climb into
things that move quickly
I prefer the easy pace
of slow summer days

try as you may
you won't make me leave

except

I like to leave, sometimes
if leaving is what it will take.


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