blazes
for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises
under the lashes
of my own eyes, and I thought
I
am so many!
What is my name?
What is the name
of the deep breath
I
would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it
whatever you want, it is
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
fire.
Frank
J.
Nisetich
THE RECIDIVIST
Odd voices sounding now,
voices I had thought were through
reverberating in my brain–
insistent pulses, like the rain,
a troubling rain because I know
the basement's in an undertow,
La religion est donc une reaction
difensive
de
la nature contre Ie
pouvoir dissolvant de l'intelligence.
Bergson
