August 28, 2003

  • There is nothing worse for mortal men than wandering.
             --The Odyssey


    I haven’t fallen asleep, but I have awoken.
    And find myself a stranger here.
    This land of vertical time
    With nothing before and nothing behind.
    And nothing to do
    But add the zeros
    Here jettisoned about
    As numerous as the carcasses
    Of feathery insects drought-struck
    And desiccated by the sun.
    And I count them
    One by one by one…
    And though they’re adding up to nothing,
    They’re tallying to infinity.
    So I’m encasing each one
    In its own special little amber block.
    And building a staircase upwards mounting,
    A vertical spiral to the stars.

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