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part II

Posted to Action Poetry

impotent desire of Eliot wrote
students sitting-steps smoke-till-they-choke
watching cars dart by under a hazy blue dome of irish light
the sky now so far away


we've wandered into a swamp,
and we're struggling,
quick-sand has its heavy grip,
sucking down thighs and eyes,
calves, fingertips, toes beneath ground...
into earth,
darkness abounds.

there is no place to go, no goal...
lost in darkness blinded by the light.