be like the mineral
to the plant the plant
to the animal neither
laughing nor weeping
the libraries of your love
take up so much room
there’s nothing left for you
yes yes make the great
renunciation the complete
surrender loving someone
for his own sake as required
by the ancient mysteries
or childhood’s secret cults
be like the vacated shell
of a clinging mollusk
clinging no more
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