Untitled [Is is]

Srikanth Reddy

 
Is is.
There is no distinction between ideology and image.
One.
He records his name on a gold medallion.
Two.
The philosopher must say is.
The world is legion.
The self is a suffering form.
Is is.
Waves rise and fall, but the sea remains.
 
From Voyager, published by University of California. Copyright © 2011 by Srikanth Reddy. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.

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Days of Me
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Song of Myself, I, II, VI & LII
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The Suicide
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