when it came time to become a worshipping man
I sought the word between the meanings
saw spaces as the time I wandered long
returns like the zip of a typewriter carriage
returning
tip and type and sit and wonder
with no meanings
far off in memory land a few novels
and the Bible and Koran
and Bodhisatva
the poems of long lost men who died with no paper
before those wise men
How much I ask
has been lost of wiser things
that no more exist but
in the ether?