12.12.2021

the soul wants to walk out in that cleansing air and not come back

Every second the question comes, 
How long will you stay dregs? 
Rise. Do not keep stirring the heavy sediment. 
Let murkiness settle. 
 
Some torches, even when they burn with spirit, 
give off more smoke than light. 

No matter how hard you stare into muddy water, 
you will not see the moon or the sun. 

A northern wind arrives that burnishes grief 
and opens the sky. 

The soul wants to walk out in that cleansing air 
and not come back. 

The soul is a stranger trying to find a home, 
somewhere that is not a where. 
Why keep grazing on why? 

Good falcon soul, 
you have flown around foraging long enough. 

Swing back now toward the emperor’s whistling. 

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