Your mind’s a rhizome and your head’s at sea. Stray flotsam, jetsam drift in it; its roots Run deeper than the ocean bed and shoots Burst out of it, this way and that. The key To tracing thoughts back to their unity Lies not in system or in sticking boots Into the wildness of yourContinue reading “Sonnet”
Let my mind disintegrate, O Lord, Until the former things have died, All these lesser selves that vie For me, for pride of place. Take, transform, erase, Until this mind Is wholly Whole in You.