What One Sat Down & Drew & Wrote Today

Mystic vision
wrapped in ribbon
like a blue-green ghost:
you are as close
as I can get to seeing

wider, clearer,
nearer to and farther from:
you are the hum
inside the dum-de-dum-de-dum
that promulgates what spirit

I can point to
as my own: you are alone
and peering out
and don’t care
very much about

what’s peering back:
you are Existence
ripped of everything but lack
and essence:
you’re a mess

of birthday presents:
you’re the prize
nobody can surmise:
you are the swatch
of bubbling calculus

I watch and wait for like a bus:
take me to you
here or there,
my little parvenu,
I don’t care where.

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