Oh my soul, my soul

The fragments of my life

Float by like little slips of paper

Each with a word from a distant poem.

Like summer gnats

They light on the things around me,

Like dust specks, pass away.

The rampant garden grows and gives,

The flowers bloom,

The water runs over my hands

And disappears.

I move among the objects in my room

And watch the sky.

I hear my days go by

Like bears, lumbering in the distance

Toward my soul

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