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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