he wondered what he might
wroite if he was unprompted
he had nothing in particular to say
an unsounded bell the Tao that can be told is not the eternal
Tao the name that can be named is not the name of the eternal namethe nameless
is the beginning of heaven and earth
the named is the mother of ten thousand things
he had bupkis
it was latelate at night
he had a stiff neck
he was running on three hours of
sleepno dreams unreplenished sand in
his eyes a real sad sack
he couldnt say what he had left
however every dry sponge can be squeezed hard and found
to retain a single cell a hlao courtesy
of Watership Down a cell resistant enough so to extract a bit of moisture or memory a tenacious stale pocket wherein resides
the makingsthe genesis of a possible oasis
an Eden a continent named
Africa Humankinds cradle
despite
certain white humanunkinds who try their ignorant level best to deny an debase the black Eve the Mother of all human beings
secretly
he hoped there others mothers
by some black magic Liliths
to
alleviatesubvert his lazy concern regarding incest
because without Liliths human breeds
were incestuous
that said he never found his sisters sexually attractive
as the eldest child he changed
scores and scores of their cloth diapers fed them burped them indulged them bathed them
No there wasnt anything sexually attractive
about them
he never suffered that perverted
snail winding in his brain
cell squeezed
an innarestin daub of
thought-forgotten moisture
he was tired
he was turning in
into what?
2156, Day-between-Two-Ts, 22 1.
20
1147, Sunday,
26 1. 20
Lao Tsu Tao Te Ching
