Not where the king lives
Not 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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