a poem for today, 4 June 2012

a poem for today, 4 June 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of seven sentences and its image]
In the scene of this grand inquiry, the particularities of the inquirer's body or personal experience ideally disappear from the path.
We want to cure you.
It's so unnatural.
We may not be ready for those grand mathematical simplifications yet, and we must keep digging just as we are at the moment.
It's been too long.
I was on the subway.
There came this moment, I had no reason to stray from the road laid before me, nor was life utter misery on the road of convention, though I felt a lack, but the moment came and I will not go back.

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