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rain forest
Watching the toothpaste circle the drain
practicing some long extinct lunar cycle.
Bringing it's Aries moon into retrograde,
before it disappears into a new moon.
My mind wanders numb and lumbering
through the jungles of my antecedent life.
Surrendering to the Kapok trees of regret
and the bitter dolichos in full bloom.
I stand for days and nights floating upon the
mighty river of grieving in a raft of abhorrence
looking for the moon among the starless skies.
When I have given in to the eclipse
the toothbrush falls to the floor
and life must go on.
