Unanimity Has Been Achieved, Not a Dot Less for Its Accidentalness
by Bob Kaufman (excerpt)
Diggers, corkscrewing cleanly in, exhilerausted, into the mind mine,
impaled on edgeless shafts of subtle reminiscence, green-
walking across the belts and ties.
Slanted dark-walked time, wet with ages of dryness,
Raga of insignificance & blessed hopelessness.
Raga of sadness, of madness, of green screamed dreams, mile-deep
eyes.
The greatest men have gone unknown: Buddha was the twenty-
fourth.
