The Infinite Wild Ever

In this place of rest
There is a gentle peace
Of very still repose
That goes on and on

Embraced by clay
And covered in bark
Witnessed by birds
And hares
And frogs
And growing trees
And Scottish sun
That rains from the skies
There is a wildness
That becomes renewed
Each time a hole is filled

The dream of life
Is held in that other embodiment
As whispered words of love
Echo more distantly across reality
Where they slowly
Every so slowly
Drip increasingly quietly
Through six feet
Into the infinite
Wild ever


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Initiated Man
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