The Owl and the Pussycat by Smith (old version)<\/p><\/div>\n

Way Erred Scenes inside a Jazz Mine<\/strong><\/p>\n

Aswirl in creative flux
\nfeel a faux need to squeeze
\nto get any err out
\non screen or page
\nfeeling sage in this smoke
\nof jasmine incense
\nhearing a catalyzing muse
\nsick I can’t name and
\nI can’t blame
\nyou or blame me
\nnot sure why we need to lay
\nit on anyone
\nas it is what it is
\nand just is
\nand what’s wrong with that
\nwhy do we
\nalways have to find something
\nwrong with everything
\nI can sing
\nwithout notes or tune
\nand so
\nI suspect
\ncan you
\nwhether or not some see it
\nas cruel or kind
\naren’t we blind to believe
\nevery song needs sound waves
\nevery lyric needs words
\nevery world needs saved
\nevery who needs heard
\nevery herd needs a who
\nain’t it just what it is
\nwhatever it is
\nand I know Dylan
\nsaid he not busy being born
\nis busy dying
\nbut he failed to say
\nhe busy being born is busy dying too
\nand why can’t we say that
\nunafraid
\nit is what it is
\nand so what
\nthe best jasmine incense burns out
\nand the worst lives
\nin memory just as long and wise
\nany writer wrong
\nwhat’s worst or best
\nanyway
\nscents won’t last forever
\nI think nonsense
\nwon’t either
\nbut in some sense might
\nlike night
\nwonder
\nif one day everything
\nwe think is wrong
\npasses on
\nand everything right is left
\ncould anything be right again
\nwithout us rewriting it
\nand when
\nyou or I wonder
\nwhy I do or don’t talk
\nmay be hear’s what you’re missing
\nI’m always listening
\nand never shut up
\nsure it’s easy to think
\nat least one of us is
\nin this walled room
\nin this sided house
\nin this incorporated city in this state
\nof apparent confusion
\nbut Daishonin said
\nichinen sanzen
\neach moment possesses three
\nthousand realms
\nand I’m never outside a moment
\neven when I’m conscious
\nand your movement pervades
\nthe realms I monitor
\neven when you don’t feel
\nodd when you don’t hear
\nsometimes we use the wrong ears
\nwrong might be the wrong word
\nbecause in certain uncertain worlds
\nsound waves are inefficient
\noften ineffectual
\nand even oddly misleading
\ndespite their repeated best intent
\nshuns to be otherwise
\nso I use them or don’t
\nyou too
\nas inclination dictates or allows
\nbut it’s all
\nnow
\nbecoming
\nevident to me
\nthat we’re all ultimately
\naswirl in creative flux
\ninsight
\noutside
\nout of sight
\ninside
\nbecoming
\nokay
\neither way
\nwith or without
\nhour
\nfoe need
\ntwo squeeze
\nsmoke key
\njazz mine<\/p>\n

~ Jesus Crisis<\/p>\n

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