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I looked up
this morning,
and saw the moon
descending,
in slips
and rolls across
the windswept storms,
seas and skies,
blinking, watching, wondering,
behind the clouds
of curiosity’s eyes,
for whilst against
a proud and tall
sycamore tree
I stood,
limbs astride,
branches extending
to the thundering,
roaring, heavens
high above,
a single seed
of passing autumn,
fell, in twirls,
turns and whispers,
onto my outstretched hands,
and for a while,
I held the message
from this earth
of wonder,
and chose again
not death,
not harm
nor the ignorance
of silence,
but the power
of life
for good.
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