Agna
and find deliverance in a treason.
* * *
one thing
always follows another...
like a thread of pearls
promptly locked on a chain,
or like the rushing colors
on your silk scarf
where the peacock-blue
flows into the diamond-green...
or like the countries on your globe,
both attached
and disjoined
by the borders...
so they all:
the lands,
the pearls,
and the colors ---
they come,
and they rise,
and they reign,
ruling us
but eternal apprentices
of the ultimate,
treacherous art,
the art
of letting them go...
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