"there are so many dyings it doesn't matter which one we call death"

sometimes it is a death to be awakened,

this constant molding of life's plans

reawakening a hopeless process,

becoming more sentient

birthing newborn plans,

while visiting uncertainty to our eyes.

(and trusting one’s eyes

may unchain deeper dimensions,

sensed in heaven as a child,

or occasionally blinked at in hell)

nevertheless, to carry on without plans

is reduce oneself to the chase,

a dog its tail,

a sleeper awake,

a dream unrequited.

yes, sometimes it is a death to be awakened.

5/5/77

San Francisco