POEM(in six parts)

1)I am sleeping in the far place
where I can look down on everything
especially myself
see the rattling of the bones

2)What would seem
to make sense
and be the case
isn’t all there is
by any means

3)I am four peas
as unlikely as that seems
I am also four violins
not green
not jolly
and average sized

4)At base camp we re-imagined the mountain
Still as there as ever
We, to a person, found it to be
And later in the ice-cave
Eating Bob
We thought of that

5)It’s it’s own thing
and like no other
to revolt against the constraints of Space/Time
on a Summer eve
remembering the fear penetrating
the veil of ignorance
We await the pictures of the rapes
to be released by ‘our president’
Bat loops in the sonar soup
of thick Summer’s eve

6)Comprehending is the illusion of doing something
being a Walli sustaining the universe
on our backs
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