The past spoils now
and the future
doesn’t help. I want
this simple thing, this
tangerine of the moment
to peel and pull apart and taste
segment by segment, each
in all its sweetness,
and chew the soft pulp of it
after and after, and it still
will be now.
3 November 2020
sleeps.
From Zoroaster and Empedocles
and Nietzsche in his own neighborhood
a few blocks away in time he’s learned
that special kind of sleeping they call
being awake and quiet and doing nothing,
especially not thinking, even his mother
used to say sleep with eyes open
darling, then you’ll really see. What did
she know? Why did it take Persia, Greece,
Switzerland to remind him of that
simple thing he always knew?
Sleep wide-eyed, open-minded sleep
intimate with whatever passes
casting any random thought
aside, ignore the seductions
of causality, break the chains of inference.
Sleep lively, miss nothing, follow nothing,
anything that moves or seems to mean,
that’s just children playing on the lawn.
They’ll be gone soon. The lawn remains.
Study the lawn. Keep your mind pure
till ordinary sleep comes along
and relaxes you into the dark. The day too
will tell you many things, just as long as
you are wise enough to ask no questions.
1 November 2020
1.
The other side
of what I mean
is what I mean.
2.
I walk there
again and again
it is so close.
3.
Time to read
a book
or be one.
4.
Children
are waiting
around in me.
5.
I wait with them,
waiting is
the same as being.
6.
What does it mean
to be wise
or be anything?
7.
When salmon swam
a pool became,
a tree leapt up.
8.
Getting closer
the feel becomes
bird in the sky.
9.
Standing
and under
standing what?
10.
The numbers fade
the fact remains
I mean the face.
1 November 2020
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