June 20, 1994
(I was 49)
-Smoke
along the window playing…
First came the smoke of
self discovery
The electricity of
mysticism has dissipated in the length of the wires
No spark jumps from
the finger of God.
Then the smoke of creative
expression
Creativity is not
knowing
who thought of it
first let alone who did it better.
Smoke in political
conviction
Focusing on the work
of a small planet is feasible to the young
who can’t see the
size of the system nor feel the heat from the center.
Smoke as artistic movement
Repetitive habit is
called virtuous by the kind
the patronizing and
the blind.
Smoke of social service
The tolerance of age
is not so much wisdom as it is
fatigue impotence
and indifference.
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