Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Teach your children well

Close As I Can Come
This is one
of my children,
your children,
their children's
preceding me from out of the numerical
constructions of the Arabs.
At work I float in my chair,
hovering ephemera
barely seated there,
but especially there.
I am always crowded.
I'd like to rest.
I'd like to be solid,
just for a day, or even
an hour,
but I am passing even as
I am being
Can Euclid tell me what that means?
It feels like something.
Something I am not.
I think I should be that,
not this,
concentric rings of if-onlies.
The scriptures are the same to me
even if I read
in Latin or in Greek,
in Aramaic, Sanskrit, or
That's as close as I can come.

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