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Unmastered
A lost horse,
I never see the way
by myself, durst not
take notice of being there
or here and still
continue to be.
Dikter om ämnet: existence
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Auricle
A great ear on
an ordinary head
had some business
with the urge to be.
Extreme position
My foot came to see my hand
as an impertinent echo,
a gone member, thinking how to stand—
a thing on whom no being went.
Carpe diem
All things call
and all fall and rot.
Excuse my not
waiting as others do
to be.
Poems in Praise of Practically Nothing XII
You're a pure spirit ; you're air and water ;
You're nobody's son and nobody's daughter;
In short, you're still in the state pre-natal —
A strange condition, but seldom fatal —
Well, anyhow, you're a harmless atom,
Content to stay in your own stratum;
You do not drink or play the horses.
Or interfere with natural forces,
Indulge in moods or whims erratic,
Which cause the flu, and sometimes, static : —
A perfect type of the homo non est.
You're unobtrusive, kind and honest,
As upright as an ear of corn—
And what thanks do you get for it all? You're born!