on my gravestone

I WAS HERE AND I LIKED IT!

It was all O.K.

I suffered.

There were scents, and flowers, and textures, beautiful women.

I was a handsome man. I invented love.

I radiated genius for those who saw me with loving eyes.

I was happy -- I laughed and cried. Constantly new

sights and sounds. I trembled and sweated

at the sight of beauty. I laughed at strong

things because I loved them -- wanting to kick them in

and make freedom. When I go I'M GONE.

Don't resurrect me

or the duplicates of my atoms.

It was perfect!

(from Michael McClure)

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