110: None of these poems have titles/I cry them out of my center...

None of these poems have titles

I cry them out of my center

I do not name my weeping

           I do not know it

           or I’ve forgotten.

This is the way to true knowing

give up all your descriptions,

in this vastness

everything can be true

This million shards of

invisible soul-hunger

in an expression of desire:

           To taste your salt

           To be alive now

This is honest language

but it comes and goes like a vibrato

like a spiral

It has been said

whatever circles comes from the center

Where do you put the center

of the universe?

           There is no center to the infinite

           the center is everywhere, anywhere

It has no name to say.

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