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WHIFF

WHIFF

it is
incumbent upon us
and so

I pamper you
enter you

desperate
   (clock ticking)
to forge
a synthesis

little gnome
my metronome

need to fit togegher
(no perfect dovetail
                 can go
rough
cut

     every art every act
evert entry
has a
     twist of the old
experimental

can
  start a new life
knock uo a shop, whole
new industry

bang together
entire
   new universe

refurbish, replenish
dissolve into
AI where

       inevitably necessary

removing stains
    going through the gears

would not say religiously
unless some Rumi Sufi stuff

mindset
     where time just run out
and could not give a whiff
   

SALVE

SALVE

salve aqua
you are the original solvent

it was raining that day when
I figured death
might indeed not have dominion

empathy
entropy
        thermodynamics
and the drama
of the self

down in the crypt-like stacks
of the University library
rain pouring down
(a natural watershed here
on the backslope of this mountain)
here to
      read
        (daily intellectual
spiritual pilgrimage)
lose my head
  in the clouds

or deep into
the Upanishads,
ancient Hindu scriptures

which talk
            the soul’s talk
talk of
        journey and
perpetual migration

trying to
          wrap my mind around
                                    trying
to wrap around
my young
            mind

the rain falling, gushing down
salve aqua
      every single droplet
its
own entire cosmos

AFTER THIS

AFTER THIS

after this
you ask me

not what
forgiveness

but what
salvation, what
resurrection?

but in the absence
of principle
I cannot answer
I do not know

mine is a ramshackle
up-down, on-off
lesser evil, beyond
good
   and evil kind of spirituslity

but this is
a crime beyond crimes
in the eyes
of God
were he willing
to open them
were he
prepared to see

and all this
blood
    this carnage

it cannot but have stained us
smashed that mirror into
shell shrapnel, bomb
splinter sized
     needle-like fragments
the one
     in which
divine likeness
         was seen

wounds
      need healing, and
all these wounds

are
    self-inflicted

ask me
          later

not now not now
later I may again believe
in something, in humanity
in purpose
     and vision

today
      but today

just short of hopeless for me

silence better
than these paltry words here