San Francisco almost
I lived through the autumn maze
even as the river threatened utter inner peace
I stepped back into my body
to remind this mind about how stupidly human I am-
the feeling in my belly did not
correlate with the swirling river waters
with leaves constantly comingling
stirring soup of green and brown algaes
rotted river bodies and old boat parts
It’s not the swirling that I feel
so much as the plunking of that
fish that just thunked down deeper
that reminds me of my interior
and the things that go thud into the
old large intestine
Beautiful green blue day
army greened water-
no sense of war here though
war is on the other side of this
lonely reason and I suppose that the
soupy green sea hides
its dark side too-
churning inside after an intrusion
the fish plunges in and starts to fight
over a morsel- Frolicking and feeding isn’t the
only fish plan-
so is fighting and
fiending and hoarding and needing
to the point of disaster when all turns
to chaos- down there underneath
Below surface of each thing lies another
Multi-dimensional, peal away one
surface below there is another surfaced
layer-
Asi esta construido el mundo
lo exterior mezcla con lo interior
constantemente estamos intercambiando
me toca el rio aunque no lo toco.
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