I AM STONED

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I am stoned

in lucid Autumn air

between brick & glass

in some ether

of euphoric grandeur.

Splendid images

     contradict

the mass confusion.

 

We must listen

to subtle sounds

     & appreciate

   whispered beauty

         of goddess

and the soil of the earth.

 

   with great dignity

invest in the future

   of our universe

for eternally ours

     in spite

the relative brevity

   of our existence;

of our little lives.

 

And filled in utter

       insignificance

but nonetheless we may

   salute the dream--

the undying neverending

     faith in life.

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