Sleeping Dogs Lie

  • There is more than matter lying there.

For divine winds that move like air

Mingle what is dense with

What’s more rare,

Yet come and go unknown.

  • There is only matter lying there.

Like bodies propped in easy chairs,

When the lights have all

Gone dim upstairs,

There is nobody home.


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