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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 3

THE ROOTS

I have long looked forward to time when we
could devise a system of tear-off calendar,
I feel now— our past seconds are our roots,
our seeds are our thoughts and we don't know yet
what's beyond of us. I have long looked forward
to time when we could devise a belief system after
all, with all the systems of modern life, even political,
adorned by our expectations, they are strong,
by our traditions, they are good, by the demands of
the modern life, which is strange, a breathe that has
peace and the most beautiful mystery at its roots.
I have long looked forward to time when we could fly.
I see now— all the constellations are our eyes.

  David Dephy: February 18, 2020