SYMBOL OF REPEAT
& of my crackpot nation
& of the village of my birth, I say
All the categories had to be seen as the same.
The mobile robot floating in this elevator––
All its books are in a secret library
Buried in the emptiness that is everywhere & everything.
There is much to consider
Before I return to launch point––
The blue desert that grew in the middle of the sea,
The twisted branches that grow out of storm-filled clouds.
Still, I come out
To view these dewdrops
That cleanse the perishing world.
14 November 2011
Spoken word version from Commune, copyright © 2013 by Jim Cohn.