ONE FACTOR OF WISE
Something accumulates, and if we don't know
what it is it remains nameless until there's too
much of it to ignore. I was once like that. I moved
forth stealthily, Tompkins Square from east 11th,
and a few other places from there. The battlements
were always standing.
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The labyrinth of tenements I sourced through could
make a blind man see again : myriads of Christobels.
Foodstands and coffee stands. Grand Central stairways
and train-track tubes. Blubbers of people. Eateries too.
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I lived by night, the midnight mansion of the heart
was roomy and always open. Walking the darkened
streets, 1967 pulsing in my veins, watching taxicabs
and delivery vans collide : Men at night, throwing
freight from trucks, on loading docks lit by yellow
lights.
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