2.14.2022

it is impossible to die

As the plump squirrel scampers 
Across the roof of the corncrib, 
The moon suddenly stands up in the darkness,
And I see that it is impossible to die.
Each moment of time is a mountain.
An eagle rejoices in the oak trees of heaven,
Crying
This is what I wanted.
 
Listen to it here
 

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