Saturday, May 7, 2011

When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,

and when we escape like squirrels turning in the
cages of our personality
and get into the forests again,

we shall shiver with cold and fright
but things will happen to us
so that we don’t know ourselves.

Cool, unlying life will rush in,
and passion will make our bodies taut with power,

we shall stamp our feet with new power
and old things will fall down,

we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like
burnt paper.

~D. H. Lawrence

I can hardly wait
for the day that all this contrast
comes in to focus,
and I see it from above.

but oh how I love the pitch and peak of the story, the flashlight
at God's chin as he reads me
my next turn.

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