and medicine wheel,
the sun in the machine.
saw moreover that the whole physical world was in motion,
nothing coming true from its continuous
transformation, and they decided that nothing at all could
be truthfully said
about something that was always and everywhere
was in an apartment collaged from many in which I had lived.
At the door
was a brown-skinned man with obsidian eyes, wearing a parka
and hood. He tried to push past me;
I pushed back.
awoke thinking: "Is he my High Steppes Asian ancestors' genes
colliding with modernity in my dreams?"
the glyph is th poet's native tongue:
things / which don't carry their end any
further than / their reality in / themselves.
physicist was moved to say, "Maybe
we got something about the whole picture, the big picture,
totally, totally, totally