Ah it was just a flash
answering on a talk show
the question 'Why do you write?'
my reply lasted well into the break
and continued until the next one
I went on and on and kept at it
till the next and then the next
there were lists and catalogues
colours and smells and stories
the hostess gradually lost her smile
and still I talked about love
and the oceans and the fish
and the forests and the people
staying in the light and the vigor
no I won't go into it now
what would it mean to you
only I mean it went on forever
no hook and no resolution
the cameras switched off
the auditorium still filling up
and I saved to the very end
their reason I was there
signifying something
how could I count them all
and woke up sweating
only I mean it went on forever
no hook and no resolution
the cameras switched off
the auditorium still filling up
and I saved to the very end
their reason I was there
signifying something
how could I count them all
and woke up sweating
anything really
life's a flash
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best add a dash
of dreaming
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Allen Grossman: "The function of poetry is to obtain for everyone
one kind of success at the limits of the autonomy of the will."