Friday, August 14, 2020

NOT A LIFE STORY

By the time it's over, I hope
to have made of my life 
a painting, 

wide 
and tall and
hung at eye-level,

so as to be viewed immediately
upon entering through the doorway—
such that 

no one 
may come
to see what I've done, 

since I will be always 
in the midst of doing it 
suddenly, totally, all at once.