WOLF POEM / DIE-EGO-MENT
Disentanglement — 8
The Bible of Letting Go
Molecule by
non-existent
molecule
then, from this beauty-free shore
now disentangle
from memories, the more
than just one ocean of
pasts and pasts and pasts
that like the mycelium of
the forest fungi spread their
hyphae for miles and miles
of internal and lost-in-time
personal universe
But no, they define me
he cries
I am my memories
he cries
without them I am no one
without them I am truly
lost, he cries — not realizing
what a blessing such a loss
would be for him as it has
been for so many, many
saints, and will be for so
many, many saints:
The clean slate that not only
de-cobwebs your head but
also sheds those aeons you’ve
been hauling around for, well,
yes, aeons
Still, he can’t let them go
he says
can’t or won’t, the movie reply
can’t he says
won’t I say
as in he does not want to
shed that near eternal
slash infinite
treasure trove
of incidents past
Disentangling this
Gordian knot is near
impossible but even so
it is the eighth object
of disegoment —
sever all tendrils
let go all filaments
shed microscopic clingings
sail clear of these sirens
out and upon blue waters
into clean air strong winds
for distant memory-free shores
© Wolfstuff
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