Distribution Automatique

Wednesday, September 24

4/1/89

Poem: *Living On Nothing*

(Speech) I want you to know why
This man was so crushed when he learned
That reality itself was packaged and sold
Like any other commodity on this planet

For a long time thought lived in stones,
So that it could be better preserved through time
Later it moved to trees, to animals and
Then to human beings- as it appreciated
Better its own constantly changing nature, which
Now demands a transformative environment,
Rather than a fixed one. The
Mind does not need a monument,
It needs focus, one that renews it
Rather than keeping it in place.