“5/16/00 - 3rd Avenue and East 23rd Street Manhattan, NY
Spirits move from vessel to vessel
Bright Sun to Bright Sun
Dark Sea, Dark Sea
They move indifferently
panorama walking by
each individual breath a sigh
Spirit enters, spirit passes
through solid stone and bone
flesh and mesh of moving masses
There’s rhyme in old craft-work
though I am desperate for Post-Modern
meaning
The Spirit sits me down
Bids me wait—feel what I feel
unattached to something real
Spirit rules me where non-sense
fails
where injustice wounds me
and my nature conflicts
with this artificial world
Bright warm sun
Cold dark sea
Earth damp cool
Full of Spirit
Passing through me
Tuesday Morning 9 a.m.”
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