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Shortcut to Mare VaporumSeems so many words are perfect, just a torrent,and clearly, each is a seed pearl of some wisdom. On the other side of gnosis, we can take this with a grain of salt. All theories of Original Sin carefully spun from fog and shadow, are set to the diurnal clock that runs, that is perhaps pulled, by the moon. I've heard many stories about the moon, and told some myself, in fact, a torrent. Every time, no matter what, there's buzz of bees, the thrum of clocks. You could call that a kind of wisdom. Despite whatever honey has been spun into confectionary presence, I still taste salt. Philosophies oxidize into salt, Then become tears falling from the seas of the moon Of such dark ironies are spun the Judeo-Christian torrent of wisdom. Millennium? Watch Sakyamuni, laughing at the clock! From what lit face, did we invent that clock? From what primordial soup, did we precipitate, like salt? Who, in their right mind, would call the answers to this, wisdom? There's a secret kind of no thing on the moon. A relation to original light that pours down in a torrent Perhaps from that certain facts were spun and spun, corresponding to an inner clock, that re-imagines time as a flooding torrent with nothing like the stable framework of salt (whose taut latticework is also shifted by moon). Now that's a clue to real wisdom, in case you were seeking wisdom. But even that can be spun into just another theory that explains the moon as if it were a clock, whose hands rinse themselves in the salt of the ocean's torrent. Of such same salt is spun the clock that tells not time, but wisdom spelling a humming torrent in the frequency of moon. |
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Issue #22/23, October, 2001 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.