old madness resurrected and uninvited
but clearly bethought and well remembered
surfaced
it does not feel mad right now it feels real and
it feels true and true is all i have all my own
because maybe i do not know what
true true is maybe my ruler is a figment only
whereby whatever i measure is too short
and too much like those colanders i like
my truth escaping through the holes
where it is never gathered or pooled and it just
flows down my mind-stream and now
this feels very much like
closing
time
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
