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Stillness

standing still i never seem
to know when it comes the trance
i mean i feel the stream hushed
under it's thin glass

The horses motionless
clining to the hill
a cloud balancing
the sun i a cotton hand

I hold my breath then
from a mouth of a tree
explodes a flock of birds
flight and feather weaving

a britle spell : breaks
spilling cyristal lighter tha dew
on spider webs so bright my slight
i see the litting

Note:leap glint hugs and tease
the air nimble as mote do almost
anything but dissaper with supple
twist perform life

arealist this miracle canticle
and to the stillness all
around ang the round
of edges of

the sounds of birds i feel a little
stillness than of the horses
cloud and stream, a stillness
bigger than love than

bright or darker than the darkness
and above and under
the ground
oh,a stillness

liuminus than death
and i feel it
breathing in myselft
no longer standing

still but walking away-
the sunset on my back
My pios feet no mark , no quiet
or the slightest sound...
........The EnD....... heart