As long—
and just about
as surely—
as the pale rocky
world has been turning,
we too
have kept busy—wandering about
in widening ellipses
and diligently screwing
our flush flaming
lush funny faces
up toward
Heaven—until we're dizzy.
Hell-
bent!—not on discerning
whether or not
there's really any such thing
as either of those places—let alone
whether we require
a place
for either of those things moving forward—
but rather,
on repeating—
and thereby trying
to memorize the feeling—
of looking.
