MANDATE THE ILLUSION
So many blind kinds summon : men with no hands,
sailors already lost at sea. The intention here was in
going on, heading forward, pushing the inch. There
were faces in the crowd, just watching. I stayed too.
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A barricade was erected. The physical world, taken sick,
was quarantined while men fought their wars over words
and ideas and categories. Borders took flight. I promised
to believe in everything at once though I really believed
in nothing. Aesop's Fables, indeed.
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Hide my hat beneath the lantern. Take my jacket from
off the hook. I am ready, yes, and I am leaving again.
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