Sing Forest Twilight
leathered lion on summer savanna
rides shotgun while I drive
like a toreador to indigo
to the next show
next afterparty
we don’t divide
day and night
work and play
black and white
we skip over dimensions
like river polished stones
flung in childhood
still going
and no boundaries
ever contain us
we trip on
thin air
adepts of the ageless way
the second sight
we know secrets of
how to consume light
for subsistence and
spring wisdom
and pass through lucky fire
for initiation
long maned front rangers
who command
from sprawled tectonic foothill majesty
to
angelized crown peak
up above
all creation
where we transform
all we survey
from earthly matter entropy
into intergalactic lyric immortality
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