From: Untitled Poems

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They tell us not to be heavy, not to be deep.They tell us not to be passionate.The truth is always defeatedby lies.They tell us not to be deep.They tell us not to memorize.Everything is calculated.They tell us not to look at the scenery,for they take photos of all the scenery.

They tell us not to become ourselves,for we are not webut someone in the street.

They tell us not to read books, not to think.Dayand nightthere are very funny gags.

Do you mean to search for the road,mean to search for the road?Just go as the navigation directs.They tell us not to search for the road.

A flock of nineteen or twenty turtledoves,when one flies up,all fly up,fly up somehow, clumsily.

They tell us not to fly like those.They tell us to fly lightlylike an unmanned stealth plane.

What shall I do?They tell us not to write pressing down hard.They tell us to writelightlylightlyas if we are typing or scarcely typing on a keyboard.

They tell us not to stay standing in the street.They tell us to go to a sky lounge,and sit there.

They tell us to sitand then to lie down,lie down breathing, then stop breathing.

They tell us to live here, in your utopia, then die.What shall I do?What shall I do?