When the mind furies, it may or may not be recollecting.
It may or may not be attempting to unweave that remembrance
which has become a rich part of life,
but when does remembrance become constriction?
We are always inside of the walls:
we want to know others - we want to be lost outside ourselves.
Observe me,
the smooth-legged man reclining
at the foot of the bed.
- Claire Donato,
Address to California
via Coconutpoetry.org.
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