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Parting Word
As for me
I have no mind
to lose anymore, I am through
with all that—
the sky is my mind
today. (And

it always is
and always was

today.) Blue,
her color
sorrowing over us . . .

Does it flow out of or into us, seeing?

Unseen ray of perception the face beams
at things, or
face on which things shine!
I am so glad

that I no longer know,
no longer
And one more thing:

the future?

been there.