Extracts from "Being Here" by J.B.
Creation equals infinity plus one,
that's impossible; just can't be done.
So let's rejoice: we make some sort
Of living in a universe that can't exist.
Something has died in the air.
Clouds hang in
No rain falls anywhere.
I call on the mind to shake
Clouds with a
Now, for green life's sake.
I don't like what I did.
Something sees but
It doesn't help to know you know.
The growth of wisdom is
We don't mime
In the theatre of Time;
wounds are real:
We are what we feel.
He jumped at truth, and shut it in the safe.
In the morning it was gone.
"Thank God!" he murmered in relief
out whistling in the sun.