Poem: it comes when it comes

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IT COMES WHEN IT COMES

It comes when it comes when

It ceases to be the difference

Between what it never became.

When it comes you are done for

And done for beyond the sentence of death

That the spirit begins

In the anguish sublime and incorrigible

Where the mold succeeds not

Nor the stars nor the people

Bound but not held nor

Free but not bound

When it comes from the spirit

That comes from the sky

Bound not by the stars

Nor the people not held

By the stars nor

The sky nor

The spirit not

Bound.

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These selected fragments are excerpted from unpublished writings by Jack Haas; selections from the notebooks 1990-2005.