Pinned To The Board
2002-07-26
I want to go to that magical region,
to be in a trance and sleep light.
I wish to form thought in a reasonable way,
and then I can dredge up memories
of all the words and images I had
but didn't know I had.
All types of strange things appear.
These images find their own rhythm
and their own beat.
In this state, I am really thinking
in the fifth dimension.
In this trance, I can grab the future
and look into the past.
This is what happened
to the ancient poets.
My writing is tacked down
squarely on the board.
That, in turn, is varnished and kept
as far back as you want to go.