Thu 17 Jul 1997 14:38
[actual date unknown]

Thursday 2:38
it was more than an hour and a half
the light of a crystal in the window makes me feel warm, and remember brightness,
all those days,
those quiet-
the light filters down from above,
and yet the windows are panels of brigtness in the dark ston wall. There is no artificial light here.
It is a different world from the place i usually live in,
like a cave with sky light,
or the wide bottom of a tall canyon. on a bright day.
I have been there before, but not in a long time.
As usual--
I love her.
It was more than an hour and a half.
where am I going?
Let me space
into the cool bright blueness
or the dull sooth gray.
CATHEDRAL

There is nothing to be had with this questioning, unless you want the feeling, this feeling lover, that you know nothing, nothing at all, that you are doing nothing, not a thing, and that you are, in fact, not a thing.

directly what can I doabout this person, about this life? I will love anyone who loves me, when I am wantind to love and,

let me sleep, I am tired, I cannot help you a bit.

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