I THINK AND I THINK AND I THINK

I think and I think and I think
But nothing’s coming out of it

I eat
I sleep

I think and I think and I think
sometimes I write a word

I put a few words together
A few sentences

I think.

I can see the whole universe
The past and the future.

there is no end, you know?
It never even began, begin, will begin

a thought is a sight
You can’t touch it, but it’s there

it’s a thing,
and I am a thing.

I hear voices
Monster voices, monstrous.

“the question is not
If there is life on other worlds,
But if there is love
Elsewhere than here?” a voice says.

“is there love here?” another voice asks.

“what happens when you hate love?” a third voice asks .

can you hate love? And if so,
What does it mean?

love is a bind.
Hate is a bind too (of another kind)

is everything a bind
Or is there something that’s not?

if you kill love on Earth,
Have you killed it for good?

if you kill love,
Are you free?

if there was a door you could go through and
Step out of the universe, would you…

think about it.
Think

why do you keep your eyes closed
While little boys and girls dig some deep holes in Congo

to get that precious metal we need for our cell phones and comps
So we can grill our mind, our minds

how many minds have you? One?
Some people say: We have more than one soul

the soul comes in parts.
The good part, the bad part, etc.

I believe in good and bad and evil
But not in Good with a big G, or evil with a big E

anytime we try to reach for anything absolute we fool ourselves.
There is no perfect circle to search for

no perfect void.
No perfect silence.

I hear voices, noises.
There is a “eeee” sound that keeps me awake.

they say the Sun is singing,
but we can’t hear it, we don’t, shortly after birth, we lose it

I’ve lost it.
I’ve lost it.

Among men I am a man
Among dogs I am a dog
Among trees I am a tree
Among the dead I am dead

but who is I?
“I am the whole universe.”

among stars I am a star
among criminals I am a criminal
among tears I am a tear
among ships I am a ship

now tell me
Where are we going to?

what sea?
The sea of Saints.

one day
We’ll sit together
And talk.

I’ll tell you this:
I think and I think and I think,
And nothing is coming out of it.

the nothing.
You know?

the opposite of
Everything

by the way,
The price for fresh figs is about one dollar a kilo, these days.

maybe one can love love
And love that they are loving love.

he he he
ho ho ho

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