What is believing?
Is it a hollow shell
for us to put stuff in?
Is it an Apache helicopter,
hovering over the blue ocean?

Nothing is more sacred
than the sting of a wasp
It is immediate and inescapable
while the rest of the sensual world
can be shrugged off

I want a bandage
over whatever eye urges me
to see beyond

I want to see the most immediate things
most clearly
I want the fog of the future
and the formulaic conditions
to be burned away
in the light of the sun