"star reliquified...Gong!" Rainer Maria Rilke
A golden splash cuts through my mind
my itching imaginations
terrible voices of all kinds
Telling me all I need to know
I cannot grab a single word
of all the truth there is to tell
"Let us erect three temples here!"
I long to say. I cannot say.
In a subconscious melody
I lay hollow. I become
uplifted from this solid ground.
I become a flying saucer
Yes, a flying saucer, a disk
of gold, a star reliquified.
I am the tangled tangerine
and bougainvilea at the door
I am everything colorful, all
sound, all hum, and I am gone -
Pour me back into my mold, gong.
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