Bitter Memory like vomit
yesterday
bitter memory like vomit
the man
the woman
what they will go
They howl like animals
One night
I stay up till morning
Day break up
moring comes again without fail
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Truth Is Cold
Truth is Beauty
Beauty is Thruth
Truth is accompanied by the cold
And the truth is cold,
as a giant's knee
Will seem cold.
Though You say No
That is truth
Do not say 'Yes'
When you do not know exactly
The dark is melting
Among ice buckets, and frosty napkins.
The smile of iceboxes annihilates me.
I am a ice mirror.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately.
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No Matter, Never Min
What said No Matter, Never Mind
By Gary Snyder
What if
Once Said
Mind is equal to Matter
Matter of origin is dance
The Father is the Voild
The wife Waves
Their child is Matter.
Matter makes it with the mother
And their child is Life,
a daughter.
The Daughter is the Great Mother
Who, wuth her father/brother Matter
as her lover,
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Age Demaned
The age demanded chiefly a mould in plaster,
Made with no loss of time
No matter, never mind
Do you know
Gary Snyder's poetry as follows:
The Father is the void
The wife Waves
Their child is Matter.
Matter makes it with his mother
And their child is Life,
a daughter.
The daughter is the Great Mother
Who, with her father/brother Matter
as her lover,
Give birth to the Mind.
This is DNA poem.
Language is Foxp2
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An Autumn Letter
I want to write a letter to someone in the autumn
In the Autumn, I see lonely fountain streamed from a deep valley
And want to wet the lonely heart
I write a letter in the autumn night but knowing that cannot be sent in the morning
Now there is a postman who delivers letters in the air in the days and nights
So I am sending letters
I regret but the unsent letters always cry
I send the thread tied letters in the air without stamps
The letters of the poet opens its eyes with holding their breaths
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