5/3/98



When do I say            yes

And it become again a form of joy?

A sound like water.

A large bucket lifted and poured.

I can still hear water.

No I can still remember.

What isn't true but must be believed?

What isn't            but must be.

How strange.       A mind made up.

Say the words you should have said.

Say what you would have meant.

Say what you      mean.

Disguised as thoughts.

Ruins.           Sentences.

Self-evidence, then story,

then where they take one chair

away.

     --Jorie Graham, Swarm
     copyright 2000 Jorie Graham

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