my seat a little further back
out of the climbing light
into where the shade of the fig
tree falls in my lap my feet
still in the sun but my head
cool and detached I can’t
wait anymore for the answer
or for the question there is no
thought that doesn’t go to eternity
and back no geography of pain
that hasn’t been explained
time is almost up and I
have still myself to claim
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