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Free of feasts and
free of fasts, I have joined
the great mass of humanity
in the West, although,
free of birthdays I have gone
perhaps a little further
than the rest, knocking away
the props that have gone rotten
anyway. And so
nothing now means anything
other than itself, and all things stand
just where they are. I tell myself
that this is a matter of clearing away
the rubble to prepare
a new foundation, but of course
I know that that won't get me very far.
But neither is it just
sitting sulkily alone. Instead of a succession of
pre-arranged surprises it is
a surprise
every time
I open my eyes.