So Im sorting through old papers, and I find this among my older writings. Too good not to share: if Alan Watts and Lawrence Ferlinghetti had a daughter,,,,,,,, Collective Unconsciousness of Place It always seemed near familiar A brief instant of truth Id catch in the Wing beat of owls in the darkened barn eaves Shiny black crows - delinquent caws raining down from the trees, Blackberry eyes casting punk value judgments my way At thirteen, a birthday bb gun and I turned killer, sacrificing birds and mice in my search for what I remembered but couldnt hold close. Sorrow upon realization that the memory leaves with the soul leaving only the brittle crumbling essence of what. :-) (This may explain my penchant for birdwatching!)
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 17:10:55 +0000
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