Meditation 7-29

Twittering in the evening the birds–
Unwritten untrammeled and filled with space
Going deep into the place of lies–
The meditative vision of many paddles on the one hand
All things I resist
Rotating in front and very near my face
The dummy bust controller
And on the other hand,
Rotating the four or five I do at more distance, and headless
No wonder which one I prefer
And the waves of anger beyond repeating
Some things to be angry about; water under the bridge
And the rotation of thoughts, the addiction, driving off all these items
A few moments of silence found
The dream of cosmic-planetary scales overnight
Triumph over the things

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