1022. GRATING MAN JOHN

GRATING MAN JOHN

That smile came out of nowhere -

and was as unearthly matched as

a delight for damage could be.

Acorns, tree limbs full, and a

squirrel with no tail. Amble precariously,

now, oh little one. I am with the kingdom

of all ages and each thing shall live forever,

decreed. Time - transparent as the skin

on an onion - can both exist and not be.

So I thus see it twice - once as it was and

once as it was not. The roaring hide of the

mastodon was just a story to be told;

something once created by fragment

and as still concomitant in the telling

by its non-being...by the fact that it

and its time and its story did not

really exist at all.