After Gary Snyder

After Gary Snyder 

      Build your palace

with a hole for a roof

where incense can flow

     to hide man smell,

man who crawls seashore,

      tumbles up like a crow.

          In the heat

from this world,     a circle,

ladders climb its crater

     like crazy ass magic,

like a pope's dispensations,

     like terra nullius.

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