Tonight, I did not achieve Clarity of vision. I did not discover the self Or renounce it. Did not pass through the garden gate. I cut flowers and arranged them, Plucked the anthers from a half-open lily. I sung Amazing Grace, And thought it sounded pretty good. It did sound good. I eulogized a chicken, Anointed it with oil. Set off the smoke alarm, Locked myself out in my socks With garlic in oil over a flame. I washed dirty dishes, I ate two and a half small spoonfuls Of vanilla ice cream. I left that spoon, Dirty in the sink. I took a hot hot shower, Sat clean at the kitchen table. I got up to make a cup of tea, Tried to steal a poem, Wrote this one instead.
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I loved that. Thanks!