May 19, 2010

re: txt poem

Spring again and artifacts and gunks
have been accumulating and cluttering
up the liminalistic gutty works
Time for burning old leaves

It’s simply a matter of framing
Therefore resist self-applying
the atheist label As one cannot
acknowledge theistic structures as such

Agreed that there are no dances
sans the dancer That there is no dancer
sans the dance And that no dance
or dancer can be sans dancing

For I be And am not nothing
And am a believer in a great many things
As anyone who cares to see can see
I am here believing Here being

The persistence of water convinces
even the stubbornest of granite
deposits that it is no edifice but
rather a hole A cistern A vessel

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