Brim
After death you get a dog
to greet you
He looks like your dog in life
even if your dog is still alive
You will realize that no other being
is a symbol
Instead love has been
the metaphor all along
There is you the self
and the not-self
which is somehow also you
so that everything you look at
earns specificity and
saturation
the green green water
the pale sky A changed world
full to the brim After this place
a new way
to regard or experience Follow your
dog Roll in the dew wet grass
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