Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Indian Summer Valentine

What is as self-conscious as a poem
maturity is all that follows insouciance
now that we’re at the end of the future
and must face it further into ourselves
or drop it even if we do get rid of God
what do we do with call it evil
about which we have whole sciences
constructed and destroyed
just the history of libraries fills
several libraries cemeteries
of dead ideas in reposeful
rows here the martyrs
there the saints we were
here the silence listening
there the speechless trees

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