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Names, like appearances, are naught more than labels.

Monday, June 7, 2010

it's all the same -
the result, the aim -
the rhyme scheme

another of
the same
guided endeavor
to loose the rudder.

to cut free the implement
of cutting free -
that last tether,
only remainder
of the engine that renders peace

to end the end
and begin beginning

to put into words
a farewell to language,
to thought,
to discernment -

but all there is is the act
of letting go -
less than that, even,
and even that,
even that,
even that


farewell is a lingering,
its desire even less -
but still enough
to remain
the remainder.



Out with the dove!
in with the crow.
Out with the knowing!
in with know.

living is dying
knowing, a prison.
giving
that which can be neither given nor returned.



but i have a body -
specificity
containing

sever severance
and fall into falling
into falling
into

from phallic tendency
of need to sense the frontier
while
fading into the void
of not


encompassing encompassing

farewell,
echo of farewell.

oh! hello...

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