I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
October 8, 2015
damning evidence of what light my crannies hold in the dark...
damning evidence of what light my crannies hold in the dark
we were pretty much looking at the destruction of our
livable habitats/ the city-scapes could scrape by with
guile and the massing of will and grit and putting
enough bodies into one place to ensure
sustainability by sheer numbers and much like penguins in
the antarctic milling about in numbing numbers taking
turns to face the fury of nature on the outside of their
tight huddle of hoping to keep warm enough...
I do not want to drown each life in attainability
(each cycle-turn-tumbled key is an isthmus of what you
see in this life)
so accordingly, swimming in rivers
on the living side of Hades
shall be restricted today
to only those qualified
to be afoot and a-fin
in the flotsam and jetsam filled waters
of modern civilized humanity/
how does a soul, mirror and tea,
come to see without eyes
is every life just the land formed
between the bodies of death
spirits use to peruse outside
of the way we humans use time
to keep and gather things
we identify with/
sorrow, it seems,
is very much a part of me
and apart from second hand recollections,
I still seek bones to cage with my flesh
and intentions under the pretense
that there must be happiness
somewhere along the way...
perhaps I'll stay for awhile
this time, grow grey and old
but I, as you do too, know
today is an insistent thirsty
and always about
abandoning reason/
does virtue have to be treasonous
if indeed we want life
to be all learning and instincts
entangled between gathering
and letting go of articulations/
gestation choruses
clamor and ask
can any of you be
the leading knife edge
of wind wound round
this pale blue dot
as it carves time
with its constant erode
can any of you
see to swim
without gills and lungs
filled with water, salt
and what once was...?
EJR ©
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