three
now there's a fine round number
curve on curve
and sound on sound
now if i could just remember
how these feelings flow to ground
two
now that's a little scary
eye on eye and mouth on ear
now i need
a little artificial help
to keep things clear
one
the number i know best
one world one life one Conscious Mind
now i disappear
up the One True Way
i left behind
nothing
all i came to tell you
nothing
all i really know
nothing now to argue over
nowhere left for it to go...
Poems For My Analyst by Wayne Myers