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BEATITUDE #5-b

THREE POEMS

Because I can see all stretching away.
Because all moments to be
are current
and candid
The future responds to itself in a terrible way.
The Incest of Togetherness
Shadows these things
There are no possibilities of importance.

II.

                              The lofty gaze of twenty centuries
                              Watches down on us
                              Disputed by gulls and
                              Destroyed by ourselves
                              Half-concious of how half-conscious we will be
                              Later in the day.
                              The morning is mute
                              The greyness is not un-completely gay.
                              And we all revolve around a basic stillness, I think
                              Once we are up and on our way

III.

September is a silly month.
It sits on people
                                                           who are static
                                                           hurting
                                                           tired
dying
tummies.
Touching at their wanting nerves
and laying into
bumping
dragging
their only last time
never knowing
only
will
be
No
next August brains.

Tom Lipsett

BEATITUDE magazine #5-c