imperfect destinies

tears in Buddhist temple
things we say
when death leaves us speechless

i mind less
and less
these sudden omens
of insignificance
wonder has
forgotten me.
peace with  futility
takes forever

enchanted  by ferns and tides and
break of day,  the authority of animals
and the passing scent of chances ...
forget it
i don't miss the rush of recognition so much
any more
most times it really is
quite enough to just remember

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