day 20, poem 16

[firecat]

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bonfire of the necessities

throw onto the woodpile
things you no longer need:
angst (just plain loneliness will do)
confusion (how can you be, if your mind won't hold
        two thoughts at once?)
hurrying (not when, at any time,
        breath might become as scarce as blue diamonds)

the last thing i add is silence
04/25/05

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[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

I don't have words for how perfect this is. I need to read it a hundred more times first. May I print it out and hang it over my desk?