THE PAST
(first, do no harm)
If the past is what's behind us, then
what's that coming up ahead again?
I see the wolverine and the fox, both
sneering back behind themselves, and
I think they both know what it is that's
coming back. Retrograde analysis,
and rotational dead ends.
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No ones senses the fever that takes over
their brain; like some hallucinatory brake,
it tries to stop the fire but fails - and we
live on, crossed and fired by crazy dreams.
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The hands of lovers entwine, but even that
is so momentary it makes me cry. The
doctors, with their note pads and levers,
are killing people with kindness as long
as they're paid, yet nothing outside
the source wil bring the soul back.
The Hippocratic oath is just that.
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On the old stone wall, the small plaque
says that this is where Thomas Mann
lived his years in Princeton. Another
spot says Fitzgerald as well. I shrug,
and note the markings - if only I could
be enthused about something anew.
Everything new is old again.
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