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This Ole King (WHY?)

Untethered layers So thin as paper Let them all, like vapor Dissipate, integrate When they hit air (One thing) We laid in the parking lot Watched the stars And the shooting stars We know who we are From beyond to the veiled Intention between our cells One thing, there is no other Only this, there is no other This one thing There is no other All my desire To what I aspire When I expire Down dirtward all my hunger In fire burn my anger And collapse my stature Always now No before after Only this, there is no other Up skyward goes my water Hang my want cloud In the atmosphere One thing, there is no other Only this, there is no other This one thing There is no other Just layers of this one thing Living in slo-mo Daily follow natural law Cordon off sorrow Tourniquet until it falls off Beyond fences Facing westward Into diminishing light— But at the start of spring Like the robins sing "This ole king will be rising A new love blooms on the Long notes of old horns."