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The Last American Smile by Michael Rothenberg || Author's Links |
Shechinah, Mystery Squid on planet Venus "Raise the Red Lanterns" once a day Karma is temporary, God is permanent Maybe you're married, maybe you're divorced Maybe you raise chickens in a luxury apartment on the west side of Manhattan while hanging from a trapeze Shopping at Saks Fifth Avenue or buying grains in bulk Finding your voice or losing it in the scream for a stable reflection. Where were you tonight when the sheets of brine unfolded white over your black wavy hair, green eyes, sugared tongue? Lying there looking past my skull through the ceiling? Where were you? Thinking your way through enlightenment? Beyond what wire fence or vast cosmic dictatorship? Did you get there on the other side of things? Or will you have to go back to the start, like any ordinary Bodhisattva, with the same map and questions about the true Nature of reflection? His hands probing your liquefying divinity for grace. |
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