painting by marlene vine (marlenevine.com), poem by roy herndon smith
“now you must lose the eye”
… like a cormorant dividing
and entering
…the serenity of a great sea
—ishida baigan
what if, in the “end”
which, a lying poet wrote
is the “beginning”
“there is no there there”
the heaven beyond the rip
in the fabric or
the capital I
is just another curtain
like the shimmering
wave i, thrumming
dive into just before it
crashes on the shore?
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