Inspired by Breton's Surrealist Manifesto, I undertook (beginning on November 27, 1974 and ending on April 19, 1975) a sequence of fifty "sittings" or mental excursions during which I would write automatically all that passed through my thoughts in self-assembling chains of free association.
Just twenty years old at the conclusion of the experiment, I was only a naif, full of pretense, regarding understanding any of the deep meanings of life. And yet, the exercise yielded brief glimpses here and there of transcendent truth and beauty. Love, mortality and immortality, isolation and infinite union seem to be the keys to which the music of my mind was tuned; and often the musings soared with lovely harmonies free of discordant strains.
I offer here the "Sixteenth Sitting" from Sojourn In The Broken Bounds
Ego tumbling in plummet was the title of the movement; depths sinking past visual perception in assigning an awe to the chart of progressed life; recalling ever that what we do, we can do better.
Moods in rooms the same: familiar currents build wildly at her glow; and the anticipated moment of her touch sends showers to fruition. Though we wait yet awhile, holding the torrent (we still must know our names); it is bound to the oath of inundation one day when interest aroused prevents the gates from further lock.
Turn around by degrees to gaze within my soul; and join its passion burnt long for you.
Do you mark the transience in skies, each instant there a change? So too your eyes, recorder of your heart.
How much is want equated with truth, that humanity gets an inkling of meaning in its urge for more than here (or the same as me for you)?
To be left in the wake of hoped encounter, behind to view departure that might have been our join, is the tear for present companion, and for love outflowing (not doubting its direction; but only whither it shall go with its expanding wave.)
Words for you are hold close the touch extended; and relay the moves of flowing thought to platforms of action; bewildered only (or as always) by expanse that is yours someday.
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