when i am thinking
i think to myself –
self thinks to self
till one wakes
up and is the one
self again and
again thinking and
selfing multitudes
and unto infinity
selfs till one wakes
alone and is the one
self unto death…]
two hundred thousand
hours spent meditating
and nothing’s happening
daymares
like jealousies
anxieties or grief
haunt like terrible babadooks:
morning
sober
as an oiled knife
my consciousness cuts through
itself-itself ad absurdum:
no blood
in my
mind is a maze.
and in that maze is a
minotaur. and in his mind is
a maze.
and in
that maze is a bad minotaur.
and inside his mind is
the color white.
just white.
To lack
Necessary
Intelligence, to lack
The hard, warm, glowing dark power
Of mind
Quill quelled,
Polychromat
Compositionary
Thinks the nonverbal prayer for
Insight
dark loom
stuck spinning out,
mind’s a little lady
of shalott locked up towerways
for days
dark hangs
like chandeliers
unlit, still as a stare,
cased in the pitch of this moment
dark grows
geodes
never-glitter in the pitch black
helplessness of the dark
(((try as light might)))
dark rule
tracer(s):
light speck(s): firefly
train(s) of mote ‘cross the bed-
spread(s): a time-sliced world of stave(s) and
barline(s)
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