up or down from the infinite C E N T E R <br />B R I M M I N G at the winking rim of time <br /> <br />the voice in my head said <br /> <br />LOVE IS THE DISTANCE <br />BETWEEN YOU AND WHAT YOU LOVE <br /> <br />WHAT YOU LOVE IS YOUR FATE <br /> <br /> * <br /> <br />then I saw the parade of my loves <br /> <br />those PERFORMERS comics actors singers <br /> <br />forgetful of my very self so often I <br />desired to die to myself to live in them <br /> <br />then my PARENTS my FRIENDS the drained <br />SPECTRES once filled with my baffled infatuations <br /> <br />love and guilt and fury and <br />sweetness for whom <br /> <br />nail spirit yearning to the earth <br /> <br /> * <br /> <br />then the voice in my head said <br /> <br />WHETHER YOU LOVE WHAT YOU LOVE <br /> <br />OR LIVE IN DIVIDED CEASELESS <br />REVOLT AGAINST IT <br /> <br />WHAT YOU LOVE IS YOUR FATE <br /> <br /> 1984 <br /><br />Frank Bidart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/guilty-of-dust/
