I close a book on ecology and enter a dark wood, joining a cast
of silvery-blue poets who follow
the Lunatic Path. Hidden
in moonlight, they
into darkness and devour choice gray
of mind with the power of oracular words.
mist floats across these mountains, living in
in China, hermits are covertly teaching what can now
on-line. Here, in the semi-darkness, a rock with no dimensions
guards the steep way down...
I bow to a barren
why I must
eternity can begin.
Behind windows sealed against
dust smelling like gunpowder and wet ashes, as the moon
declines, radios are tuned to news updated every
few minutes, while
eyes focus on
the beginning and the end.