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Written by: Jerome Rothenberg | Biography
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 All erasure of pain
is like the contrary of
dust that weighs
dark in my lungs
when I am 
feckless with disgust.
I stroke & poke
my loins before 
they tighten.
My feet stomp
fields of color
reminding me of
something I once knew.
Dying frees
the spirit
from the mind.
We plod along
regardless of
the pain.
Soon we grow
big & fat.
We stop
forgetting, far off
from whatever 
binds us
to empty space.
Beginning here
we reignite
We will surrender 
what is far from us
& call it love.