Grab
my
hand and run
down this gravel road
barefoot.
Take
this joint
and suck and hold and puff.
Rip
your clothes off
and swim in the limpid
lake with the night moon’s reflection rippling
as your body undulates
on its surface,
naked joyous
free–
empty of thought
and full of truth.
Lock
lips with strangers,
hitchhike to California,
read
every book you’re
recommended,
fall in love
with every
single person you
meet and make
them love
you back.

Now stop.

Find
a rock in the middle of an arid desert and imitate Rodin’s Thinker.

Connect
the dots, the actions,
the words spoken in disparate tongues and places,
the hopes espoused
by gesticulating
hands that should be on a steering
wheel, the aching look and anguished
reach for something more,
the blissful
face on a naked
man in mid jump,
the hopeful
face on a teenage
boy in love,

the humanity.

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