One more Dow poem and one more letter poem.
This is the two-poem warning.
"December 16, the Dow closes down 12,441.
Someone maps the unmapped sectors of cosmos.
The Himalayas look nice from cloud, Tibet, Nepal, Bhutan.
I record what I can document, start
at the edge of a piece of paper, cross a track.
Sometimes, we don't feel the burn of a space heater
until hours later.
A child came and left like a stranger at the door.
There is no map for her coordinates, so we try again.
On the 12th or 13th day, at the edge of a lunar cycle,
a blank piece of paper.
1 plus 0 plus 4 plus 4 plus 1 equals 10.
1 plus 0 equals 1.
1 equals creativity, independence, originality, ego,
the unity of all things symbolized by a circle."