8/1970

even if my poems belong here only by dint of being dead leaves in my own imagination
dint dead leaves imagination
frustration.
trois images
in my white rainbow
coat my poem
possibly reads here

(some things
depend on how
much strength)

I am being born of some poetry
to have hunted in the antique cave
of the mind for certain metal objects

"poems are dead
leaves"
if nothing else

(1) state the situation clearly
(2) change everything immediately

mind feeding the mind
arguments
against action

there is no self-protecting device
*if it can't be done in five minutes
sometimes I won't want to do it*

Be patient
with
yourself

even if my poem belongs here by being dead leaves
even if
my
poem
belongs here
by
dint of
something
else