Triumph

Days weeks years morph into triumphant moments,
       if you squint.
Turning life literal specifics upside around
       emerges memories of triumphs.
They squeeze past the blockades of membrane
       like mice running away, anyway.

Delivering triumphs to the conscious
       requires a scheme.

Why don't you deliver regularly, like eating,
       unconsciously like squinting?

Excuse yourself to go triumph;
       shaking off the burdens, the weights, the people, hanging.
Trash the manipulators; those who hold back triumphs
       simply by their presence.
Go meek go bold go wide-eyed
       stumbling determinedly to an edge.
Triumph, so in later days weeks years
       when you squint, you'll see them

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- artwork by Etel Adnan - 
- mailed to New Jersey -