Five Poems

TO DRAW THE BOW AT A VENTURE

It is necessary to brush the gold on silk
Necessary to remove all objects from the table
To put the dish back on its shelf
And the book, the cup, the banana,
The memories back into their cloudlikeness

It is not necessary in the least
But it is necessary to melt the walls
With their bricks and pictures
Necessary to take an axe to the door
And smash it open, the roof also

It is necessary to tell everyone go away
Leaving your presences only
Your presences which in a moment of thought
Bend this mind with a shock and set it free
To look at you without presumption
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