Beckett says, "the creation of the world
did not take place once and for all time
but takes place every day."
O please tell me the world
O pause the day
I must mean something too, I think
on days I telescope into
myself or memory
coming to the wounds through
which the words become
somewhere are places bright and
in my head, a graveyard bigger
than the city it lives in
see, I really mean no harm
I say, climbing... down
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Pic: A few miles down the Bright Angel Trail; I am (and my shadow is) about three feet from the edge--and somehow, that's ok; any closer, and I'd freak out. We're back, BTW. I'm just still thinking about it.
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