---
title: Look
id: found-typewriter-poem
subtitle: a found typewriter poem
genre: verse

epigraph:
    content: |
        [Is he older](http://books.google.com/books?id=ALdlAAAAMAAJ&focus=searchwithinvolume&q=older+than)?  I asked her.
        And I never got an answer, because at the moment she disappeared in a puff of smoke.
        I like to think nothing ever happened to her save that she went over to the spirit realm.
        I usually know better though.

project:
    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
    class: autocento
...

Look, I say---look here--- \
at this [old place \
where nothing changes][old-place].  \
Look at the people \
who pass by.  Look at \
the trees.  The flowers \
full of wanting: look \
[how full they are][] with \
color.  Look how they mock \
us, empty people who \
must fill themselves \
with changes---emptiness.

"[There is nothing][] to be \
but happy.  [There is no][] \
sadness to fall down \
like cherry petals."

The [trees don't under- \
stand:][trees] they are too \
tall to see the germ \
of discontent in us.

[old-place]: planks.html
[how full they are]: squirrel.html
[There is nothing]: elegeyforanalternateself.html
[There is no]: no-nothing.html
[trees]: plant.html