Untitled Poem from ‘Songs/Poems I’ notebook
Whether petrified or purified by the enigmatic
machine that pervades and perverts the pristine
landscape of the unfettered mind that has become
a rind of former diamonds that existed within
the actions of the brave and the yellow and
the experienced and the green and every
stage in between and has now become a symbol
for the meek and sheltered and combustible
Whether petrified of purified by the enigmatic
Are you there?
Or is this all just char?
