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Maybe the other light is utter absence—sitting far away.

:- Doug.

What are the possible ways to be one?—Am I you or me?—Remind me now. Why is it so dark—on this other side of light? What is the question a dying woman asks about this other side of light—this other light?

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2510

Curiously, I was placid in my spirits, tending a little to elation, the whole time in the hospital. What is the right word? Tranquil, serene, gentled, free, peace, content, blissful? Yes, blissful comes close: grace and favor, gentle and kind, in addition to merriment and happiness. There was a sense of dawning happiness. Even though the one people mover managed to lose my note cards (I had two good poems, and who knows what else). In the days since I have felt my mood being more and more toward the joyous side.

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“God,” the pray-er began
“We just. . .”
As he went on I counted,
Collecting his “justs:”
Surely a just prayer
But let not your teeth
Get stuck
In justice
Or pretending to little requests
There is a hidden more
Back behind all those “justs:”
He did not trust his god,
Had to put in his order
From some imagined menu
With only some delights
For his unlearned palate
Imagining a limited god.

:- Doug.