Meditation

I love the way clouds stampede
across blue prairie of Oklahoma sky
stretching to the horizon
an infinite vaporous herd
individual pale bison
kicking up swirling white miasma
that obscures lumbering
surreal behemoths within
I am a speck of dust
beneath their hooves
crushed by imaginary creatures
substantial beyond imagination
I am a wraith clinging frantically
to a feral soundless steed
composed of delicate
undulating wisps of mist
and no ascetic holy man
has ever known such trance

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