Common dayprecious to me.
There's nothing else
to grasp.
The train moves me past it too fast, not much,
just a little, I don't want to stay for ever...
I'm not hungry,
not lonely. It seems
at times I want nothing,
no human giving and taking.
Nothing I see fails to give me pleasure,
no thirst for righteousness
dries my throat, I am silent
and happy, and troubled only
by my own happiness. Looking
and naming. I wish the train now
would halt for me...
I could become
a carved stone
set in the gates of the earthly paradise...
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