to the creature who takes on the pleasure
takes on what is given
takes on what is there.
go off and enjoy it.
tell no one what it felt like
beyond those involved.
truth, once sold,
wanes and wastes
along with the small grip it once gave.
could i disappear into the wood pile
as a mouse?
deep into leaf bark litter
tunnels
as a home against it all.
i know what it is i live for:
a little pile of seeds
a bed of needles
dirty paws.
a full heart.
my home is an expansion
of a tiny self, which is
just enough
until i am done
and something else.
i mean it.
moon and sun
witness this longing
to be released from
being human
caring in the human way
dark orb of mind
what folks fail to notice about my light
is that it comes from having given up.
i want nothing
because i used to want everything.
i used to want you.
that is the truth of me.
but we know what this means.
give it away, fade away.
mouse skull, seed husks, snow flakes in bed
in my place.
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