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Elevator Music V

 

from Toward A Poetics

what's worse than a cornfield?
a cornfield cut, threshed and

cleaned of corn. a dog runs through it.
concerning art: be careful.

be careful in all things, I tell her
over and over again and over and over

I hear myself telling myself,
ridding myself the husks and dust

that clog the air no matter the precaution.
be careful not to heed too well

the advice of others, else be thrown into the well.
you will never be so cold as when

you find yourself in a field in Indiana,
doubting the corn and the ground you stand on.

concerning art: be careless in all things.

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