poem again

I want



to turn a circle into a square,
a square I think is easier to understand
than a circle and if you stop and make the leap
from square to circle it is easier to understand
the grandeur of a curve complete in itself

even though no start end or stopping,
perfectly balanced, drawn out to its own
inscrutable conclusion. How did he
yank out that rabbit, remain in water, bury
himself alive and remain? Cheap tricks;

wouldn't we rather smooth logic to truth, send it way up
tied to balloons, draw it down to bury in damp dirt,
to know wounds and stars for instance
are also something else

and are more truthful for it.
Look again, and the corners
have disappeared; I want to make corners
disappear, a lovely belief
one might find in a poem.



for simic and neruda maybe



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