was not to be found
beside the greatest pleasure
why would we go there
what would it prove
not to watch the deer’s eyes
as the lion devours him
like a radio gets switched off
at a certain point
desire has done with him
eventually we must look away
not to be swallowed also
not to let our own insignificance
blind us to the great fortune
of someone’s love
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john giorno has an amazing poem about the brain of risky love. Only recently saw it. Now my brain scatters trying to recall the words...and they are gone. But a peony of sparkles off a sparkles resides where the poem was. something like that.
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