Force of Home

a train is heard
cutting through the dust-rivers
of whatever it is anyone has to tell you, here

is a yellow-jacket
lifting the chair

or whatever it is your body is touching, and
as this occurs
the cheeks of your face begin to light-up, O
is that a smile, everything

inside your mouth, all that
bacteria and whatever you most recently ate, begins
to swarm through time-and-space, providing
a doorway to another dimension, if we
enter through it

we shall never return to the same form we left behind, but
continually explore the eons of potentiality
until finally, when all remembering is eradicated, we will
glimpse an absence of form as the force which we call



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