So few need to,
to make the many
share (to have it,
too)
but those few . . .
What kills me is, how do these others think
the eyes are
sharp? by gift? bah by love of self? try it by god? ask
the bean sandwich
There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only
eyes in all heads,
to be looked out of
Charles Olson
