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zazen in the metro

Posted on Sunday, October 31, 2004 at 01:18PM by Registered Commentersadi ranson-polizzotti | Comments Off

I went to Paris to find a thing I thought lost. Lost I was, I did not know my way around Paris, so I sought a thing, a map of the metro that would help me find my bearings. Bearings abound I saw my way around and took to the Metro of Paris. The Metro was fast and I learned it at last and Paris was less of a mystery. The mystery would be where to find a cup of tea, had a spell cast on me and I rode the metro to find my bearings. I sought out my bearings I sought out the tea and rode the whizzing metro to luxemborg. The jardin was quite calm and I found my way down and I walked up the steps of the metro. In the jardin I drank tea, you with me and I kissed you hard on the  Metro which was fast and I learned it at last and Paris whizzed by and the kiss was a bit of a mystery. The mystery had been that I was not lost, the metro no mystery had taken me right quickly just after you kissed me to the center of the jardin luxemborg. We sat and had tea and spoke of mystery and you said I had mastered the metro that whizzed which had blurred when we kissed but I kept my mouth shut as I sought out my tea and and we sat and awaited our waiter. The tea was pekoe served, orange and hot, milk warmed, I drank it and thought of the metro, no mystery, the way that you kissed me, watched the trees in the park, give way to the dark and the mystery of Paris revealed, I did not yield I had mastered the metro, kissed you hard on the mouth, while the stations whizzed by and I found my bearings and wound up where I stood and now where I sit, drinking my tea in the jardin where the tourists walk by, and the European sky turns grey so heavy with clouds. The clouds are quite different but promise no rain so no need to run for the metro, no mystery, that whizzes for more of your kisses or mysteries unsolved for all is absolved over tea in the jardin luxemborg. The orange pekoe, the yes and the no, the whizzing, the pissing, the metro, the mystery, the kisses the hisses the steam valve near misses the grey skies the tourists the jardin and the tea I had landed in Paris the mystery was me. It was solved.

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