Suffer No Sum
With trunk and tree, a bird sits on in wonder, working wondrous song.
And there like this, a pulse of plus: in measure with a holy lustre-
both of ori- and occid- ental keening to that phenomenon.
So is the om and ohm, my own:
here you are you! So too are they!
Coalescing into view its prismatic honey-sunned dew singing,
neither consumed nor co-create. Simply unabashed drops to waves:
us cousin blood, like same rain, evenly plopped/ in varied swinging.
Excise no truth for law, my loves,
for it isn't ever and it is not brave.
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