Issue 154, Spring 2000
He sits by the stove and practices his spectacular meditations.
On the chopping block of reason he surrenders
the fall of rain. By rigorous deduction he arrives at silence.
Having achieved an exalted, early success he doubts
everything. He is encouraged by certain maxims
penned on the wall. When suddenly he wakes full of
longing and regret he does sums in his head, subtracts
toward zero. Like this he forgets the smell of simple
grass, the kitchen of his childhood, he abandons forever
the reveries of the tongue. With much difficulty