Thursday, December 13, 2012

The Importence of the Mind

At eleven-eleven on twelve-twelve-twelve
I drove from the courtyard of my motel.
This world bears no relation to itself.

All afternoon I drove along long roads
Where giant trucks churned up snow and stones.
No journey knows how it will go.

This is my mumbling meditation in the dark
Valley quiet enough to coax out the stars.
The whole cannot coordinate the parts.

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