Aches and pains may seem mundane
broke and standing
somewhere freezing in the rain
trenchfoot and drenched rhymes always come to pass
thoughts of existing being
substance and faith so fasts
Heating in the desert
sunshine high overhead
what of ever exhausting
to join with those countless dead
First and last and never
forever wondering of names
and bodies growing like ambitions
necessity becomes the past
Love could be a forest growing
clean air and peace flowing
can’t ever understand the all-knowing
or why the worlds and stars move past
Names for objects
and everything I see
while judging nothing
too sharply
too others includes you and me.
Garrison Gibson: books and blog 
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