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it's only by singing we're here
after William Barton
come to the fire
to listen and sing
come among these sands
a voice runs through all things to be
this is the story of how we are here
is it too hot for you to hold?
as the moon is
as the sun
fire is forever a circle
and all in words
by words
no tricks
around around is dance
light casts into itself to go
chase tail to see
sit branches
and join arc to arc
is there anyone here who won't sing?
we come to the fire to learn
that low murmur is the wind
that vast stillness
ash to be
see how we skitter
by little legs or not
roll away into a hole
how we leave these tracks
and then the tracks are gone
this is the story
of who we may be
come to the fire
to learn
Kit, this makes me want to put a marshmallow on the end of a stick and melt it.
ReplyDeletey old softie
ReplyDeletewith pink marshmallows too
ReplyDeleteCan't help but agree
ReplyDeleteI love a marsh
ReplyDeleteit makes me mellow
-- so the old frog said