Friday, February 26, 2010

764. NONCHALANT

NONCHALANT
Nonchalant, I walk along the barriers where
the rifles point at me, knowing none of them
can do me harm. I am bulletproof in my way.
This is no incognito moment : both they
and I know who we are. Their ragged
footprints have come from blood and death,
and no mirror exists to reflect them yet.
At the same time, I have no real substance
into which their harm can take root and injure
me. I was there at their beginning and I'll
be there at their ends. All together, one big
exemplary moment in an overlap of time.
No babies sing such a tune as this.
No starling noises these ideas.
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We come from nothing,
and we are, and
then we are not.

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