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Octobris XVI


I sat by the water, I meditated

On a whale that was
And was not.

Where does the body go?
We know, we know.

Buried in sand: Jones Beach.
Where does the soul go?
You tell me.
I sat by the water, I meditated
On a whale that was once
A whale, and was not.
Do the children sing songs in their sleep

To lead the extinguished into new bodies?
Are they the shepherds of the missing,

Called down from wonder,

Poetry in their hearts,

Questions in their ears and throats,
Two closed eyes full of vision?


I sat by the water

In meditation

For the whale that was whale

And the shape heartbreak makes
When it finds its own pattern
In devotion a
nd light.