on a cinnamon raisin bagel
is sublime at nine
on a chilly morning with a light
vanilla latte sometimes
it is permitted me
on my Carthusian diet
to enter the cloister garden
always gaining heavenly
ground at the cost of
the physical body
but evolution never asks who
or what is moving forward
in those temporary drawings
where the footsteps trail off
into what looks like our own
and the spirit never wavers
asking what can’t I become
see how even now
it’s sketching out a new
configuration for the future
subtly based on you
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