On this lion's morning, I sit
So Calm
The light, the gentle stillness,
My care-heart carries the weight of the world
(oh, it's so heavy) easily.
As the base of a mountain, I rest.
My humanity trembles,
Soon. Quite soon, the landslide
will expose my foundations,
Magma will erupt and dissolve
this hard-won moment of fortitude.
Even in the extent of the solid earth,
There is no peace.
Written 2016
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