Tuesday, August 16, 2016

8515. THE EXPANSION WE CHOOSE

8515. THE EXPANSION 
WE CHOOSE
The words I forget are the 
Lionel Littles of my mind 
and heart. I call them that,
and then only sometimes 
they come back. This night,
with its black velvet sky,
brings me nothing. There's
a parcel of the moon up
there, trying to set itself
in place. I watch that, and
understand the manner. But
not the race, not the goal,
not the expansion. What 
am I doing here anyway?
I asked the musician, he 
said, 'to listen to the music.' 
I asked the scientist, he 
said 'to look through this 
glass.' So I asked the glass-
maker. He said, 'to give the
scientist something to do.'
Oh dear. It's all just an
endless circle.

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