Let me bathe you, dear son


My forever!
Waves crash east, or waves crash west,
Moon be close, or sun be far,
Springs, or rivers from mountains from springs,
Boiling all pasts, keeping no pasts,
While you taste sweet forever.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. ed pilolla
    Mar 26, 2012 @ 16:40:11

    those last two lines melt me into a believer.

    Reply

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