Saturday, December 13, 2014

nothing en masse will ever be transformed

here on this battered old rock

each person either gets drawn back

into the perpetual tangle of living here

and repeats the form and repeats the form

or individually transcends and disappears

in their own "rapture" done with the wheel

and done with such elementary ruler-slaps-on-the-knuckles

(oh you old-time nuns....)

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