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.

[surrealist]