Piece for John Cage
What must it be not to live in fear of one’s experience,
I may even leave the trail in the morning.
understand.
Perhaps they are not for sitting,
nor for even glancing at,
the entire character of their lives
Even though my day
Is night, show me the long clouds of night's first falling.
the entire character of their lives
I may even leave the trail in the morning.
understand.
exhausted in their yellow folds.
…
Sun, like a far too distant friend you pull the heart along.
Loneliness, my sorrow even, convalescence of shadows,
like puppets glinting in a child’s eye:
Were there to be meanings I have not since recalled
of how we won’t
of how we won’t
and we are brought to
caving toward some understanding
How much will a star shine in pure form
before the image falls away: and
…
1/26/12
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