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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