Room 215

June 28, 2020

I take you as a star and as a trap
as a stone to unbalance the scale,
as a blind judge & hole & path,
as a cross, arrow and rose;
I take myself as a carrier of themes,
a host.
All that’s personal soon rots;
it must be kept in ice, or cooked.
The world is everything that’s the case,
yet authenticity is for the faithful
to the ambiguity of experience.

“Go, go, go,” said the bird: “humans
cannot bear much reality!”

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