Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.64.0912281235330.9312@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: spent
Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2009 12:35:49 -0500 (EST)
spent i spend my life pondering life what else can i do but ponder life i spend my life pondering space what else can i do but ponder time i spend my life in thought of worlds what else can i do but think i am useless for the making of things i am priceless for their thinking for the thought of them in space for the thinking of them in time and spending my life pondering life: what else can i do but ponder what else can i do of suffering i am useless and useless for the gift of kindness of healing i have nothing but my own and my own refuses to heal there is no balance here, equation nothing but facts and thuds worlds slaughter worlds everyone slaughters everyone everyone slaughters everything i spend my life in flight and pondering i spend my life a slave to truth and being of politics i devour gristled meat eat through the worms of corruption and decay of religion i brandish the sword and penetration i will not howl gods in flight and pondering i will not ponder things dead and gone and empty what else can i do this sun i will not face this coming day this sun lies to me what else can it do neither suns nor gods ponder nor humans the earth is our slaughterhouse the earth is our charnelhus i spend my life pondering life what else can i do but ponder life i spent my pondered life, i did that, spending, spent, and nothing left to do