I can only say "it is so,"
and uncurl and stretch that into my memory,
Laundry on a drying line.
Skeins through windy plains.
Have you sought the whole?
I have, and I halve and hatchet
Crushed conversations down to nothing.
I choke up fake answers.
to satisfy my friends
to mechanize my ends
to anesthetize my lusts
(Can five pounds of domed fat
Make me lose my head?
Can seven pages of stained fiber
Bring to me a new one?
Can six suggestions of life
Pull me off of my tower?
Can numbers even describe
a human mind? A Human Mind??)
I have tried to answer why, but
Grass pushes cracks through caked asphalt.
Interjections pile up beneath cobbled words.
Roots ripple stone still in the quarry.
I trip over the questions that I own.
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12/12/2008 09:13:00 PM