V.131 Ad Vitam

A monkey, given endlessness
A tamarin, say, freed from death
has a long continuity
but soon elements in it shift

It becomes more gentle, it lies
in branch-dark and smiles at eras
proportioned each to new problems
each dealt with in fertility

But day to day life continues –
a melon, a sweet mango,
oranges freed from clinging peel –
they swing, becoming-antic

Eyes that saw the sun hacking down
almost making the waxy leaves
shake, like chess figures with no shape
still see the same, the same frantic

world bearing on with curved spacetime –
our brains are lathed by the planet –
infinity cannot change us
as much as we would like it to

Hold the glowing orb and think it:
how loss will always assault us
every moment – it need not be
a death – only a forgetting

V.42

Where coastlines of infinite length
are caressed by seas of dark paths,
and clouds of infinite surface
indicate the strangeness of words

you will find me at the barbers
amid a sea of hair. Where kids
find the infinite resistance
of life begin to find purchase

upon a single lollipop
from a jar maddeningly full.
“And this one is for later on”
No kid, you can only have one.

Mind blown. But it takes a long time
for this lesson to register,
’til you see that not wanting sweets
is the only way to be free

and you wear black and grey and grow
grey. Excuse me. I just got kicked
out of the barbers for eating
an entire bowl of cheap lollies

I just noticed how much grey hair
had fallen from my head, vital
hair entwined with dust on the floor
piles of dust of infinite depth