Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Not where the king lives

ot where the king lives
    or soul of mine
find i myself
    not in the beggarly thought
or in the nut to crack
find i the me
    not outside the forces
between savage storms
folded a self
do i find
    not one    no thing alone or together
many or none
arrives at the beginning
or end to come
    a mindless gathering swirl
of dead leaves
like moths in air fluttering
or sleepy bees muttering
    no honey     no hive
no life to live
or aught to survive
    godless    god given
no hell     no heaven

1972 (rev. mmvii)

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