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I have found enlightenment.
My body was never found
Because I absconded
To the muskeg
Further north
North further than the last
road.
I am not rotting in the muck
In tea lake.
Ironically, perhaps,
enlightenment
Lurks in places
Unlit.
Thoreau is here,
We discuss
Our proud sons,
Lawrence Harris and Mahatma
Ghandi.
If you wonder
How I got this letter
Through, if my
Situation is as I say;
Suffice it to remark
That here we don’t
Need any radio, laser,
Telegraph, phone,
Smoke signal,
Or even seanceer.
We live in your minds,
Which wrote this.
