today i awoke,
late,
and in my rushing,
noticed (recognized)
i was atop a heap
of expired humanity

the whole
weight of human history -
individuals, & their ideas -
supporting
me on some morbid
framework:
their arms, intrigues &
machinations

i contemplated
the begotten animal history -

juxtaposed to my trivialities
at hand.

II.
here they are:
oppenheimer, the
buddha, kerouac,
saint paul, courbet,
goya, the maskmakers of
oceania & mother africa,
the sans-culottes, the kids
of tiananmen square,
stalin, marx & christ,
rothko, noguchi, his father
brancusi, picasso,
freud, & einstein,
miles, duke, ludwig, those cave painters, the four lads, euclid, &
apache gaun dancers

III.
venture forth, discombobulated animal!
produce your ration of
(seemingly) personal narrative,
today:

live the apportioned Fraction,
& notate it,

here

(if you think
it will help).