Tuesday, December 2, 2008

For Lyn Hejinian

Concerning such
weightier concepts
I know not of

A focal point of self-centeredness. Feeling like the center of the universe. A million centers of a million universes. Each equally unbalanced. Scales leaning towards their own version of middle. Rocks in lakes skip themselves. Yet from the shore, it seems as if we were always doing it. On a bridge, ripples are blind and unseen. A cool, calm surface, not reflecting the underneath. Turning away from self, as if to acknowledge: "We should go, we aren't much like this." A crowded car, the turning on of a television set, the shutting off of selves. Life is nothing yet but the collective buzz of florescent bulbs, buzzing and breaking. But as "All things go," we nod and accept selves because we know to. Of others, we slap a hand or give a look. Acknowledgment is not yet mutual. Prizes are often handed down to those who don't know what to do with such weighty concepts. How does one locate self in big black oblivion? Bouncing off of bright white stars that are both seen (in the sky) and unseen (in the mind's eye). Above all else: speed. A collective sigh or gasp with a shrug. Capacity to push further on -- wondering, but never knowing.

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