25.i.22
754
3.25
cannot assume
heart’s next
twig to leaf to bud
or flower
fresh ducklings run
a pond to rings
we cannot know they’ll fly
or that wires still conspire
to cast the object light
who’ll pay?
what’s in a black box
or how it seeps
we cannot assume a rule
but evolve it
whether if ever
how steady heads roll off, away
call soul
call consciousness
we cannot assume these things
let’s take tomorrow’s sun
tickle under
what’s next
thing I think unthink
whether if ever
the continued expansion of cosmos
none know for a certainty
how fast the cheese or prawns go off
can you tell whom to trust?
opinion runs our way
just for now
and so I say, no Seneca, opening dry veins
bring me the flask of friendship
by turns then let us quaff
sometimes you’ll go as far as you can
before you can go again
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