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Unknown to me
Just as the novelist sat down
to write
to nourish
to align himself
straight-again with the ground;
another man was lying deep-down,
below the grass,
encased in the systems of stars
he had tasted his last breath.
When
His moments froze ~
a small stream of pure water
poured perfectly from above
into crown through to roots,
washed away the worries,
the illnesses,
the aches
that paused this man’s infinite progression.
Within mind
refreshed and courageous,
he traveled far
into jungles of Memory,
there was no shock.
no despair nor confusion.
As these thoughts
flew him through
on the magic carpet that they always were.
He was transormed——
into a guidesman, a dream,
a neon notion;
this realization shook every nerve
in its unseen explosion.
He sought the truth,
it had always been slapping him right in the face.
In life
he went insane for perfection
day-dreaming his Earthly footprint to be
in backward ways.
But that work is now
anonymous.
As he and the new setting
intersected
his Named became Nameless
All melted into rhythm & roots.
