To think oneself again
into a tiny hole of self
and pull the covers round
and close the mouth –
shut down the eyes and hands,
keep still the feet,
and think of nothing if one can
not think of it –
a space in whose embrace
such substance is,
a place of emptiness
the heart's regret.
World's mind is after all
an afterthought
of what was there before
and is there still.
– "To think ..." by Robert Creeley (1926 - 2005)