Excerpts from
Actualities IV/V Comic Earth
To hide in the bosom of the forest that melts subjectivity
And all pride that is obstacle to love.
Happiness erodes like a cliff under climactic pressure
And sure, this erosion is to be expected
But when the cliff slides
It does not slide into sadness,
It slides into the ocean.
And the ocean: what a workshop!
Even if we do get to the bottom of it,
It isn’t likely to give up its chemistry outright.
(Look into me, old ocean, see if I rank.
A poor mirror. Has age left me better polished?)
I came from you, I lowered the ashes I came from
Back into your Atlantic body.
The world is not one’s idea of it,
It is a spiral of reverie and leather.
Love dissolves in a cup of water
The first sip of which refreshes,
The second sip of which makes
The spiral’s presence felt.
By the third one is whirling, lost in it.
Too much intention halts the freshest language.
(I notice that again pulling into the clear cut.)
No matter how high one climbs it won’t matter in the least
If you bring all your baggage from down below.
The feet on which we walk can be trained to listen.
The balls of one’s feet are lobes.
And the toes, the toes – I think I’ve taken this
A step too far.
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