chicken samasya
Kanaka Prasad (prasad@grove.ufl.EDU)
Thu, 5 Sep 1996 09:03:50 -0400 (EDT)
Mo
Nothing is itself, everything is something else, and they are all the
samething, or perhaps they aren't themselves at all, is that right? If you
say yes then its us, but we aren't ourselves, no we ARE ourselves, living
away banana and a piece of glass hanging on your wall a drop of blood in
your heart, everything ends up being so, all these things I don't know what
why what will become of them, what silence, what's going to happen to us,
everybody up for himself for some one they privately stand, and this yellow
thing is a banana for all nonresident souls. Yes. No. Thats not it. This
isn't it either. None of the above. Nothing happens. Everything always
keeps happening on, doesn't it, or does it, a piece of splintered glass in
heart. Anger in that mirror, rejection, silence, so, so, so, what? It
rolls... It rolls on. It rolls on and on, someto, somefrom, somewhere,
somethrough, somedown, someup, SO, comeup, my son, my brother, and speak up.
Tripura
6.8.1989