to decide well we can't
do everything meanwhile
torrential serendipity,
pacific prisms
break our hours. to
decide it's best to do
nothing, say nothing,
strive for obliviousness
against the obvious
routes to nowhere all
blossom-lined,
clouds tacked with tenuous bells,
& the bells, when inevitably
breaking off wood-like fog,
evaporate before
we hear them.
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I would like to translate this poem
running words. Fabulous thought-stream. keep on SusxGLx