October 17, 2007

rain makes memory
sober jewels rest
something of discontent rattles a chain
against rapport gushing genuine
its a broken sky

yesterday I stepped upon a magnolia
leaf on the ground
there is a statue of Pan
holding a naked woman
in the courtyard
it's solitude and it is not painful
as much as it is unusual

today is the ending of one cycle
tomorrow is the beginning of something new
I nod off and become enlightened
that perfection is only a state of mind
not the completion or the complexity
of any one thought
I keep reminding myself of the phrase
"someday you'll know..."

for me October and Florida are intertwined
not as a migration or the soul's end
I am listening to that metaphysical cord
telling me, it will all be fine
I reluctantly agree.



October 17, 2007
Miami, FL

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