Friday, August 23, 2013

this morning I rule

no world but my own

no different from

any other morning

except today I'm keenly aware

of the total meaning of that knowledge

as if I were a hiker stranded

in the desert at high noon

and no cars passing

and in some fatal delirium

commanding rocks to dance

which they do but only in my head

as I rule no way but a passage

out of the blazing day into bright dark....

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