When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Like the beam of a lightless star
Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth"
— W.S. Merwin, “For the Anniversary of My Death" (From "The Lice", 1963)
you do so many things
that aren’t you at all."
— Richard Brautigan
— an eight word poem (d.v.e)