UM (23/07/1945 / kakinada, India)

The Other Night I Lifted My Face And

the other night I lifted my face and
tried to make a fist. raised myself on my
hands and arched over the gorge. but it was
(once again) a momentary effort.

I do not have the strength to be moved
over bent knees into glass crested paths
(I had been here before and no longer
have the nerve) I had waited here before

silent, one hand arched over the groined pit.
nothing moves. the sun holds me pinned bleakly
while I haul back my posted arms legs and
tentacles. nerves glass crusted quiet. going

time pools about my legs and lies in eddies
dries, thickens in the sun; moves less and less

- May 18,1978

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