the late time is sacred
time to act like a wizard,
transforming black particulars
into an aspect of blue –
the all knowing colour
centre of a thousand claps of thunder,
intangible esoteric darling
and happy go lucky conqueror,
in terms of understanding -
a process as elusive
as a Mahayana sutra spun dry in Zen,
best not to attempt
with a mind of A B C
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- from Revised Rudeness: Poems 1983 - 1991
