July 10, 2011

• 17

  I have heard
  that wounds heal on their own
  where fingers do not dig
  searching for depth.
  This belief baffles those, who like me,
  believe in breadth.
  Widen the narrow.
  Enter all openings.
  Deepen every color.
  Turn a stain into art--grass into garnish.
  Tunnel deep enough and you'll find yourself
  weightless, feet planted on the ceiling,
  in China.
  With the tiniest bit of effort, pull,
  and we can make more,
  make it last longer,
  forever.

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