Thus the final singularity

Thus the final singularity:
everyone has just one poem
to write:
journeys that return to another journey
the circle’s flow that breaks
the circle

Thus, we record signs on the eyre’s trail:
a rose
a line
a blank
that approximates the vastness
in a grain of sand
all truths & heresies

that mantle all evening of philosophy
trap all dogfox of definition:

Like this piss parataxical
to squeeze out
of dunce cap

& dry skull

Hear the orphan’s cry:
It does not bother all, alas!

Again, we step accordingly
toward all beginnings

Hear the anchorite’s cry:
It does not bother all, alas!

From Collection / Rosary of Summer, 1977

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