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“All forms of landscape are autobiographical.” Photograph courtesy of the U.S. Forest Service.
ALL LANDSCAPE IS ABSTRACT,
AND TENDS TO REPEAT ITSELF
I came to my senses with a pencil in my hand
And a piece of paper in front of me.
To the years
Before the pencil, O, I was the resurrection.
Still, who knows where the soul goes,
Up or down,
after the light switch is turned off, who knows?
It's late August, and prophets are calling their bears in.
The sacred is frightening to the astral body,