Selected from: A Book Of Luminous Things,
Edited by Czeslaw Milosz
Just sitting around smoking, drinking and telling stories,
the news, making plans, analyzing, approaching the cessation
of personality, the single personality understands it demise.
Experience of the simultaneity of all human beings on this planet,
alive when you are alive. This seemingly inexhaustible
sophistication of awareness becomes relentless and horrible,
trapped. How am I ever going to learn enough to get out.
The beautiful soft and lingering props of the Pacific here.
The back door bangs
So we’ve made a place to live
here in the greened out 70’s
Trying to talk in the Tremulous
morality of the present
Great Breath. I give you, Great Breath!
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