window.
the occupation of transparency
endorses playthings
as though elastic
pertained to
the disarmament of fate
and knowing
served a function
if breath taken
goes unmeasured
does the being
live
emotion equals evidence
of tedium: a person
with an open window
in our shared night
puts away the dishes
the procedure resembles
large-scale trash
collection from a distance
greater than
the distance I infer
by morning there will be
a surfeit of light
presuming rain has been
perspired away
I sleep to texts
of Merton letting go
the cravings
one imposes
I still desire
Gethsemani
as a holding cell
for a soul
about to have
preceded its own
happiness
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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