Friday, March 8, 2013

Fingernail Sketch

The body looks at itself and says
Within itself, this is me, this is what
I do, then turns around to disagree,

This is not me, this is not what I do.
This is entirely outside of me, this
Is only a little bit of what's within me.

All the other things I see and say
Are and are not me, almost equally.
And so it goes, another quick sketch

Messing up the unfinished mandala,
A little scratching of a drawing
Right through the elegant patterns,

A cartoon of one more tiny idiot
Grappling with the giant
Experience, one more Jacob

Half-asleep, starlit, wrestling
The unassailable angel of unsayable.

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