The Lighgh of Thunder

whatever I follow becomes my lamp
whatever I hold dear, I give away

slow your toiling mind

Listen, and you will fly on a—

(((now)))

I am a fool for truth

whatever is dominated, I fool into freedom

Thunder is my lighgh
“I” am a WhaTever

(in honor of the minimalist poet Aram Saroyan and his one-word poem: lighght)