June 9 by The Running Son
Sleep, food, breath,
and the universal purpose
working as I sleep and trust.
The world is full.
Earths newer hearts
take the mantle without asking.
They are blessed
by every god but
Weak threads weave
together to make
a property: a webbing
of alchemical gold. Silk
and string are the foundation of each
sleeping or flexing, all fibers
of creative recognition: a soul
before the dissonant ring
fills and crowds out every other thing
by Jim Aldrich
adapted from: Poetry is for the soul, food is for the body, posted.2013/5/4
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