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the constant impermanence of the weather
The Buddhists say this impermanence is the cause of suffering.
I say impermanence is our Mother,
squeezing her breasts at Earth’s gaping mouth,
nourishing a land parched by the second dimension.
The few may call me oppressive.
I am the weather:
I cast my beauty into spaciousness,
where nothing resides