Blue or gray—each day, rise
and stretch
and meander
after coffee and
milk come together.
Do no do
what's new. Be
boring. Say
nothing
to onlookers
about this thing you've
been busy building.
Cherish the memorized lines
and the creases;
flirt with every
curve
in these naive
bodily props of inspiration,
your divine-
ly oracular theory
of sets—there is
just so much there, and
believe it:
you've got nothing
but time.
Remember, you are not here
to abuse the numbers,
yet, discord—is the spark
from which
the pure bonfires
of new thought start,
by which
the smooth and the
cornerless light
of awareness increases.
You must only continue
to rise
and stretch
and meander,
no matter
where you're going;
you can advance
just by counting—forge ahead,
simply
by walking there.
