Packing Instructions For A Farewell Via FedEx

keep everything within. 
pack the corners with cellophane,
lung with cigarette. tight thoughts
without forms: is whoever my
pincushion my religion?
what is what? is what is, is?
questions without answers.

journeys without destinations. 
sealed tight, that unknowable
great, that observing cloud,
is but a mason-jar of desperation,
that’s swirling, and swirling still,
never at ease, oh – never eased. 

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