There is a body inside my body
She is transparent
Yet she holds me up
Like a stake on the ground

In strange circumstances one must
Quiet oneself to carry on
Before you are quiet
Which are you

When you have been quiet
You can be one
And when you’re busy
With quiet you are neither

I cannot say if I am or not the other
Don’t know if ever I am one
I used to think I was
But I did not know
I did not know if I was or not

Morning light is long upon
The spirit-level on my desk
Her bubble staring hard at me
I stare fast back

Whomever I am:
Naked or the clad
The other shall always watch one —
Their moods and their mind — with
The same curiosity and surprise


  1. Quite beautiful.


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