I have Pema Chodron on my lap
And Steven Pinker on my iPhone
Such the twenty-first century man
Counting down to my half century
The cows around me don't give a damn
The cows around me don't know they're damned
And damned if I know I'm damned myself
Although I tend to suspect I am
Castle Creek runs into this cow pond
Waters collected and then let go
The kind of arrest that lets you know
Someone can stop you if they say so
And someone can always stop you
Something can always stop you
Whether it must let you
Go at last or not
Even here at
Quakey Shake
In bright
Sun
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