sitting on the bench

Below
our constant
use of language and

our unease and uncertainties
is an undiscovered
land

of
quiet
and relaxation
fitted with a dwelling place.

It’s new real estate ready for use.
Our lives go on all
around it

and we
don’t miss it
because we are occupied using it.

It’s our awareness
produced
by
our
beings,
our precious animals,
awarenesses without words.

What about being only the animal
while we’re sitting on
the bench?

What
would
that be like?

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