The Fading of Green
It occurs when the mind is still and the eyes become transfixed... on lessons much more important than mere aging. It happens if the conditions in which becoming naked again will not escape our naked attention. Only what you bring to it will bleed and follow through; for with the fading of green, what changes most is you. We view us in a mirror dimly lit. Plumes of smoke surround our sights to see. In poverty, I come. In poverty, I see. In poverty, I become. In poverty, I become seen. I am seen, not for that which has corroded me, but for all that erodes my shameful, shaming shames. No more names. Let's drift away, together, in that sense of shameless unity- of profundity. Of, to them, profanity. From profane to great, only we will be seen in the dimly lit mirror, on pages written once, through the aging of our bodies... in the fading of green. (And we will truly be seen.) Jfw
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