Copyright Edward Palmer

There's a place I go sometimes'¦
You've never been there because it's in my mind.
Through the branches you can see the moon,
And a line of ladies dance to a dangling tune.
Pretty faces melt into one,
She sits at the throne of all the love I have known.
Tucked away so I cannot forget,
But I turn away to the shadowy one I have not yet met.

I lay in a hammock on the coast of regret,
And I walk on coral beaches with crimson sunsets.
Standing on a mountain, I thought about the climb,
Then I looked at the view and pushed the remainder from the tangled twine.
Cob webs confuse mist as beacons of light show the way.
Peace and ease circle the ring, opponents of anger and sadness want to play.

Meditate to calm the tiger,
With the devil in his eyes and his grip getting tighter.
Walking through the bamboo,
You can see the heat at the center,
It's blue.
Why not enter? The door is broken and askew.
Reside inside with all that's locked away,
Escaping and snaking through this reality.

Focus on the eggs I lay on as I sleep,
Letting out the demons, through the floors they seep.
Buried alive in forgotten graves,
Only to resurface and take up space.

Underneath the willow tree,
If you are looking, you'll find me.
It grows along an unpaved path
next to a lake still as glass.
Shattered mirrors still reflect,
And here I will wait until I know what to do next.

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