Without thoughts I look for words
strings of words with meaning
wisdom born of wellsprings
dug deep through urgent years.

Hah!

Where are these effervescent pools
whose brimming edges overflow
with sensuous penetration
into great rivers of enlightenment?

Hah!

Lessons in fading school rooms
lamp lit nights reading to sleep
walking trails beside rivers –
the circuitous interstices within.

Hah!

So. I must form thoughtless words
out of twilight and a cool breeze –
without meaning, answering no question
mimicking shadows and whispers.

Hah!

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Portland, Oregon – May 25, 2017