esoteric thinking,
all the ideas of the past
have passed through me
into history.
the devils hand
and the hand of god
shaking hands
my hands shake
I mistake the past
for the future
using it to decode
the numerals
like a teacher.
I hole up,
wrap myself in gauze
keep myself from death
which gives one pause.
in a moment
in a second
I escaped,
it was all
torn away from me-
I was free.
No comments:
Post a Comment