Ringing

An early late life
loves to ring into the future
A dampened noise
rings longest in my ear

The elephants on my ring understand
Severance deserves silence
Its circumference deserves to be marched
Contemplated

A detour from ignorance
Sit on the couch, on the grass
Does our field of vision have a shape?
Do our inner eyes have limits?

The soul can slow to the pace of the sky;
It can crawl llike the ants in the grass over its own experiences.
The choice to march around like the elephant
Heals like bright sunshine