A lake is silent, also distant.
It removes from us, under some hydrogeologic stress
Whose patterns stutter to a single rhythm too complex
For the mind to grasp. At such moments, angry
Just take it it is nowhere you could believe.

You look for it in waking & in sleeping
In very action poured into this world
Or in some sudden vast blank change:
A catastrophic switch into an attentiveness you'd
Thought you'd left behind

Where you were young, ignorant and this world
Rich, huge, & glorious.
And it is, burning in self immolation
A burning lake
Bright liquid set in dark mountains
Like a burning eye or mouth
A cunt of hot & corrosive light.

Bathe in this, swim
In the bright lake of dying.



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