Down deep
it is dark
and kind
if kind means silence
and peace so thick
only the strangest skulls
survive.
Up top, oh that’s the place to be —
party that never ends — and
prettiness from nowhere
to end collapsed and still
until — turbulence and dance
and spray —
spring into spacious sky
before falling
deep into peace
so beautifully thick —
somewhere begins to dance.
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G Beckman 