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Sunday May 7/2006
5:10 AM EST

ON RUNNING TO CATCH THE AIRPORT SHUTTLE

This high stack of memories
so hazy now
A melody triggers a synapse
into the blurring past
while I presently dance
into an unknown future
of what I am not
but was sure I am
on a train everybody is
my lover
and gone as the whistle blows
not even death remains
fading, fading into days
moments,  past-lives
future lives
deep jungle cannot hide it
the earth with all its wires
cannot support it
the sky with all its push
cannot contain it
constant desire
between my sex and eternity
between tears and the endless ocean of being
lead me into
the untwisting truth
and away from me
this is emptiness
the eternal crumbling impermanence of
mountains and monkeys
this is oneness beyond
photos and stories
pumping lungs and quantum theories
this fiery love of personhood
I’ve yet to know
but taste in your eyes
looking into mine
and slipping from the growing tension in my shoulders
in the world
oh I am fooled
constantly fooled
on this unforgettable
path of forgetting

 

 

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