Monday Poem

“The stars are raining down upon me. I know this is not true,
but it is the truth.” —
Michel Foucault

But it Is

the stars are raining down upon me
I know this not true, but there are so many,
as many as every drop in a deluge,
as many as if the earth had been upended
and the sands of every beach of every sea
were falling into my hair—  I know,
I know this is not true ….. but,

as if the multitude of all words ever spoken or written
had been heaved into the sky and were falling back
as they always are upon my head—
I know this is not true  ….. but,

as if their vertical boomerang effect
were returning them to their source,
as if Logos were doing it again, beginning,
stuttering as it does with each year . day.  minute.  second
nano or otherwise, drenching me with every drop of time—

I know,I know this is not true

but it is
.

Jim Culleny
5/17/18

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