Thought Experiment

a poem by Douglas Cole

I am painting the door

to the garden

and I am reading

Orizaba Blues beneath

The Buddha fountain

tending a stomach ulcer

and my tai chi den tien

glowing from the black

hole of several decisions

which means I am

in the basement

refining the invisible hand

reclining on waters of the deep

awake even when I sleep

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