Thinking and Thinking about Thinking

Caught (Rev1)

The night glistens,

Shivers, stills.

The waves swell.

The world’s well.

The world’s hell.

Why, this vast explosive life

Why, this bending bough,

The weight of ice

As vivid as the weight of buds

To come.

The world, numb,

And boiling,

At extremes

Harbors peace.

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