Illumination
silent, if no one is there
in the woods, to hear
the sound, a station
neither here nor there, listen
otherwise, nowhere
trees fall, just a bear
this mindless consciousness lacks
old eyes that glisten
old ears that test bone
listen, while tractors clear-cut
acres, turn to stone
the post hears nought but
enlightenment, his face cracks
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