Poetry

"When you become enlightened" by Jack Keuorac

When you become enlightened

You will know that you've

been enlightened all along

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Alright, I'm sick of this

enlightenment--now I'm

dumb again--the delicate blue morning

sky thru the tree

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Dont worry about food,

Little John, there's some

e v e r y w h e r e

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Allen says "When People get

religious they start feeding

e v e r y b o d y

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--The morning of

the end of my enlightenment

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Enlightenment is: do what

you want

eat what there is

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The soul burns out the eyes

 

World, it's about time you

realized there's too much food

for everybody to eat

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The secret shape of the sun

Is a shield--flying to the right

To the West presumably

Just like the Roman Ear

Of Ezra Pound

In the Surrealist drawing

Just like Charioteer

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The monument in the park

For the institute of the blind

Because it is not seen

Is truly a great monument

Would to God I could make one

So artistically fabulous

As that with my hands

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Flowers aim crookedly

For the straight death

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Written sometime in the 50's-60's