Jun 26 2010
∞
(like a black hole)
mister bidart —
when i see the dead dog
sniffed by the dog sniffing
the reflexive tail of a living dog
sniffing a dead dog on a
reflective summer day
(the sea can be blinding)
i do not see an accident,
no sir,
i do not see a mere twist
(of fate)
conscious of a turn in the winds
the sailor will adjust his sail
in the blinding
as if he knew
(he did)
i will not die, and no living thing will die
every living thing does not know it will die
it will not die
there will be a living
and then, that living will cease
like sonar in space
do not tell me that white corpse is my mother
i will not believe you
the ocean is vast and
consuming
what for the consumed?
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