Tuesday, March 23, 2004


couldn't employ patience on a small piece of time. left the rock alone. travelled to Allen Ginsberg or sane planet or hero or a word from an ocean or Emily Dickinson or a starry night. felt for the haven involved. rousted by inclusion, and felt soft to astonish. drowsed in meaning, till it ran low. the ocean of inept bringing saw thru time. told only stories, then told rare. patience made a watery planet, a place in time, a rock of gift, a touch inside. doesn't have a moment left, yet tried again. it was love or the equivalent, as we left the place. we sure to hire or remember, we sure to share.

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