When the train came, I cried
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I walk with the ghosts who walk on the beach.
I photograph the rails,
the security cameras, the grey sea,
the mansions on the hillside.
I touch the stone walls,
sit on the steps, breathe the air,
read the graffiti.
I climb the hill and look at the view.
I stand at the gates,
peer at the carvings, record the leaves
and branches, the signs.
Half the world from here and just under
my skin
Thousands of miles in a breath, in a word
Thousands of steps in a sigh, in a song
I buy a ticket and wait for a train.
There are names for everything but you
have no name
for this.
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Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
Poems at Proximity:
http://www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet/proximity.html
"When one acts in accord with the time, the yang energy
is expansive, like thunder going out of the earth and
rising forcefully into the sky, startling an area of a
hundred miles with its rumble, so that all demons flee.
The life-giving potential continues increasing, and the
earth is always covered with yellow sprouts, the world
blooms with golden flowers. Wherever one may walk,
everywhere is the Tao. No happiness is more delightful
than this." Liu I-ming, trans. Thomas Cleary
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