between warranted and dreaming...

‘Puck’ by Joshua Reynolds c1789

a poet’s perimeter notes in a constancy opera known as modernity and its attendant war-borgs

the introduction music

is tender little jaunts

rusted butterfly wings

ringing across

spent shell wastelands

I trample over their echoes

their faint crystal courage

latticed as regards

atop this most recent

November landscape

I am scent blind sometimes

I am a naked ape muscaria

binding hair mask scarier

imagining vestige unknowns

remembering reason is cloned

kept jewel boxed inside us

somewhere hiding our divinity

our knees to mud bent palmed

cupped kissing the ground first

rise theory practiced

as an art

of dedications

and invocations

accidentally

reaching

our humanity

between wounded

and wondering

if this voice

we hear

is an answer

we call it religion

the pious parlance

where we’ve grown

into hording hordes

of submitted follicles

sea grass seekers

saying nothing

swaying in pattern chaos

the cloaks here

are sewn seams

double-triple stitched

mind and body

intellect, heart and soul

the goal here is

a switch gate immutability

though only in the fine print

will you find such instruction

and or purpose for the war machine

we ride the white noise as a horse

constantly praying ritualized

great and small lies for an end

or at least a means to know

a moment can be captured

into a memory where love lives

without pause, past

here and now

EJR ©