I’ve studied philosophers…

I’ve studied philosophers, exegesis, codicils of soul,

Some of their ideas like arrows in flesh

Though (tastefully) the arrows can’t be seen

 

Sometimes I look up from a book

And say: “Death by monads…”

Just a joke between my softly burning

Hands, hearts, eyes

Whatever you wish to call the mind

 

At twilight I ski sometimes

Down to the shore

Where now

They’re building houses

For the rich—dark blocks

Surrounded

By machines

Windows empty

Lightless

Heraclitus looking out….