I.

The mind tumbles over itself like
crowded earth's returning to their
point of origin. A privileged
thought moves like the speeding
universe and empties itself through
gravity and light. Gravity bends
the spirit to its own dark spot;
then light rushes in to save the
moon. There is, then, something
floating outside of necessity.
Something fresh brought out of
uprooted objects, thrown into our
spontaneous existence, into the
body of some hard/bitter wisdom.