is an open sky and also a dustbin,
giving life to some and death to others;
the outcomes are not controlled
by this world.
your finger into the world
and put it to your nose. You may smell
sweetness, or you may smell dung.
Discernment is possible in
stay awake if love is possible. The
others have no need for beauty, nor hope of
it. If you are holding gold in your hand,
don’t imagine ways to turn it
postscript, 2 July: