as I leave through the way I came
every gray swampy day
the projection of disappointed heart
and of bitter unhealing regret
while every luminous sun-soaked day
the warm blinding amber afternoon
of eternity cradling the wounded
entity in the strong certainty of Mind--
coming and going in its permanence
*
I couldn't be sure of anything
as long as I doggedly searched
for what I had not lost--
the forgetfulness of earth
is distressing only to those who remember
the other worlds they had to burn through
to get where I am now--at peace
while certain of nothing--
*
vampires form
in the crevices of reprobate minds
*
ah
to have
a happy mind
whose happiness is not
contingent upon having
a brain
without
convulsions
*
I have been dismissed--
so what--
I came expecting nothing
got nothing
and am leaving
satisifed (not to mention
greeted elsewhere--)
*
I am most lost
when I am not alone--
that is why
those I love are always
with me--especially when
they're not around--
we all know exactly
where we are--
*
the surface of the earth is home
for all of us while we're here--
nothing's lost and nothing's found
if it's all there around you
so it does not matter where we are
each of us knows and silently says
wherever I am welcome
is where I will be
Contents (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.
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