Charles Wright (August 25, 1935 / Pickwick Dam, Tennessee)
Still Life On A Matchbox Lid
The heart is colder then the eye is.
The watchers, the holy ones,
know this, no shortcut to the sky,
A single dog hair can split the wind.
If you want great tranquility,
it's hard work and a long walk.
Don't brood on the past.
The world is without appendages,
no message, no name.
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