Autonomy
There is nothing here anymore, he said
As the dirty glass jars fill up with rain
Drop full by drop full
Against diluted ambivalence
turned gray
Wetting both of our tongues
Soaking dark clothing into heavy burdens
So much like myself, I fear
I’m going to break everything open, I reply
Take these shards
String them up into the trees
Offerings of little elements
As they chime softly
Deep
Deep in the evergreens
There is nothing here anymore, I say
Nothing more, but my tangle of dreams
And the light
Which breaks open reflections
One hundred times larger
Than what I can ever be
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