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Monday The Tree of Unknowing -Suji Kwock Kim Uncertainty, take me into the forest leaf by leaf-- where an immigrant sits in a Jersey slum, a young mother rocking her child. Where, along the endless road, are you going away from me like a cloud? Like a cloud, like a cloud? I lay in your arms, watching your lips. I touched your chin with my fingers. Your loneliness sang to me, each word a crumb of light, burning in the skull-- until a galaxy of sparks flashed among the branches, lighting the way where? I lifted my head. What was it I saw in your gaze, the maze of you; corridors of years, corridors of war, black wheat-hair ripening-- the last shape sown in closing eyes. The words have their own woods. Where the words can't go further: where the woods begin that make us mad, too real and not real enough. Whose memory was it? Why did I feel such joy? Look, the cloud-tree will never die-- I wonder who you were: I wonder because you were. ( 9/22/2003 10:35:00 AM ) Lisa#
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