Mar 24, 2008

 

Think about this: don't think about that
which does not concern you, has no concern for you:
the spotted yellowness of what is nearly moth
in slanted pillars of mid-morning light--

Think otherwise. There is money to be made in wars
and love to be digested valorous in peace.
Both are empty. Empty as the grasp for air in the sea above.
Oh, there is meaning, clearly--

Rethink the thought that claims you. Angels know words,
but prefer the use of tooth above the tongue.
Yes, these are lies. Look how they fall within you.
The forest is mighty; a stag steps clear--

Of no concern to you, remember?  Think upon death:
How unsteady the starlight in its eloquence.