Gum Tree Oxygen Moon

One day soon

our moon will say

to us to anyone who listens—

I am always going

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Under cover of night

disrobed in transparence

as deft & casual with beauty

as any flowering spring

the moon we share

will go

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This unsurpassable

breath

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Seeds fill the air

the smell of life

ungraspable

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Aromatic matters of fact

inhaled become blood

& the infinite between

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All of this all of it

is what we are

& in moonlight

more

—for the unsheltered, the unsettled & warm resonant selves everywhere