(the 26th of March, 2012)
Don’t force the handle
Or confuse span and depth
Open the bundle
Of within and without
The Spirit slumbers
Unfolding, enfolding
Sacred numbers
Etched on the wall
A cave of experiments
Staring at shadows
Makes it not so hard to believe
That the world is propped up
On a turtle’s back
It’s the occasional stare
Into Death’s toothless mouth
That teaches you to read the Map
Sea/Wave
Part/whole
North/South
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