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93 knowing nothing for wilson ong knowing nothing i perform wisdom not yet he gasps what about my holiday in bangor,my cruise to spain? i speak of rebirth & faith & dharma & the sojourn gasping he laments never learning tango or french or the drum he won’t live to see sevilla or eat late fall lobsters in maine knowing nothing i perform wisdom advise him to detach from the material accept death as it comes be still in the midst of fire swallow fear ignore the pain i speak of rebirth & faith & dharma & the sojourn fogging his oxygen mask he snarls YOU take death as it comes poison blood lung lesions virus rotting the brain knowing nothing i perform wisdom assure him that fear is natural surrender succumb wind rattles the window tangy sweat smell of concrete september rain i speak of rebirth & faith & dharma & the sojourn barely a whisper he says when this is over when it is all done there’ll be no grace or redemption nothing beyond this pain knowing nothing i perform wisdom i speak of rebirth & faith & dharma & the sojourn ...

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