Confusions on the Path to Parity of Mind (Part One)

I return from mountain autumn in the woods
and now am gorged with words like a tick embedded in a dictionary
fat as a leech sucking on a lexicon

this is a lament
the cry of victory by my adversary mind
twice removed from autumn’s truth
by language and sight
which traces, remembers and sees
instead of living, knowing, and beholding
that which is.

i curse myself, consign myself
to pieces of mind and perfidy.

Words bag the fall leaves
stuff them into dark plastic
drag them to the curb.

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