Afterlife
A fishing line is breaking
through my view, a thread
of other consciousness
dissecting its desire
through my impassiveness.
It’s strung as tight as life,
a tautological
conclusion unsupported
by nothing at its end.
~Son Rivers 2006
SENSATION, BUT NOT “JUST”
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Henry David Thoreau had a couple of interesting entries in his journal for
September, 1850: Autumnal mornings, when the feet of countless spar-rows
are hea...
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