Some PCT poems – Part 1

I finished the path on September 15. I was able to walk without losing any large section, just a handful of road miles. I have tried to summarize and write about my experiences of some kind in a normal way, but above all I ended up writing poems. So, there are some poems here.

-Andrew «Ceryry» Daubs

Holy caretaker of the world’s largest feet

Your foot has grown up
Another foot of the foot

Its origins seem divine
It arose
Suddenly, out of nowhere

Somewhere between
Tranlucence and opaque
emits your own light

Through no will
For yours,
You have become a
serious disciple.
Your morning is now
Adoration and ritual

You build the temple in silence
layer per cape.
The sanctuary,
A moles skin pyramid
The dome,
A Leuko borrowed wrapping
The colonnade,
sticky microtypy strips

You carefully slide over your sock
and pray
he
willpower
No
pop

Where are you going?

The hours appear and disappear
Your body is a slow kite, archeandling on mountains
Outside time, the sun looks at you
Trees bend to your movement
You sleep standing

You wake up in a lake
Forgetting your soft staggered dreams
As your head emerges from glacial water

Ants

Tell them about ants
Ants along the way
Ants in the shorts
Shoes ants
Ants in food

ants that carry things
ORUGAS
sand fragments
flower petals
Other ants
yellow leaves
What are those ants doing, re -assembling the forest in their ants?
It will not work, we already tried it here;
But I’m not going to tell those ants
They never listen anyway

Getting ants, marching to your sleeping bag
Spray ants of your sleeping bag,
Because that is where they are marching and marching
You should have thought twice before cowboying
Right there, where there are ants
Yes, you are right, there are no ants
You still should think twice
They chopped something
You thought it was a bee
surprise, it’s an ant

What came first, desert or ants?
They don’t speak but
The ants will tell you, they were the ants

Dinner time at Grumpy Bear’s

The tables are full and strident
I want to take photos
I do not intend to capture you
MID-BITE, Pizza Cheese Pendant
You see me and laugh and protests
Covering your mouth
Before fleeing the camp

When reviewing the movie
I see that the light had arrived
A crack in the awnings
To land directly in
You and nobody else
And for some trick (exposure)
You transform from those around you,
the lines of its less different characteristics,
giving way to gold

You are alone but you are not alone

The fingerprints in the dust
bordered by twin posts of post divisions
braided thread whisper,
A tapestry of woven stories
on scale and pattern
too big and intricate
be seen by our eyes

The crows are never far
See myself and see me and Croak
and sometimes fly
I heard once
The crows were messengers
I imagine they deliver
To someone who is blind
But I can understand
your complex language;
They must say things like

Here is
Where she unattended her knee
where he lost his hat for the wind
where she was beaten by lightning and lived
The color was rich uber with a silver flash, there

And there are loops here where he pursued a squirrel and was appointed
And it was a good name, and he smiled, and what a pleasant tone

This group, its colors that coincide, joined exactly here,
They ran through the mountains together like stars Fallas
And they unraveled here, their threads never gathered

This is where the exhausted woman found loneliness
She cured and there is her green moss, spreading in waves
Touched this here (they met but once)
Gold turned while I learned to love

These two threads, intertwined from the first day,
They congratulate themselves beautifully
so rich – sapphire and coral
Until the tones change and fad,
and divide to discover a new color

The reports are endless
ten thousand crows each with ten thousand stories
Talk about everything they see from their privileged perchas

The blind man,
who does not pay the crows
Of ways we could understand
nod and tell them
Yes, yes
Thanks for telling me

Real

Please don’t tell me anymore
You have finished and now you are
Returning to your real life

I need you to know
There is no place where you can be
There is nothing you can do
That is not your real life

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