what is to be -
I, they, or we
That the forethought of saints is the double burden
The Burning House screams for wood.
The Bloated Cow cries for grass
And the Human Soul hungry for love ,
brims with malice, envy, and malcontent -
From The Heights, he falls -
Too close to The Son
a bursted bubble that held up a floating world -
But in his heart he knows
it is never done ---
the exhausted cry of The Swan's 1oo year song --- that changes yet
yet remains off/key
For Every Lonely, starving soul left behind,
makes him hungry too.
The Burden of Friendship
to reveal unstable ground
that seems to be falling underfoot ---precipitous
daggers to the heart,
spill no blood ---
Because the well is dry .
When the spirit is no longer moved,
then the body is made of wood -
Frozen like the vision of the too close place of what could be -
slowly, held dangling out of reach - ever, ever, ever -
If only 2 could be greater than the sum of parts,
then this troubled world would know peace.
But the parts are bludgeoning hammer and favrile glass
and fire evaporates water --- into a distant dew, that too fades.
If only the steam had known compression to power a great power plant -
The Bard's song holds no lustre -
The Hills are Boolean Algebra,
only 1's and o's that hold no meaning,
Sex is calculus leads to Zero Sum.
The First Principles
The First Principles
To defy and defy
My greatest friends
my homely horror
The nightmares return
of the broken bodies
the smashed jaws
the falling bombs
the mutilated children.
The victims of Clever Saints
whose mischief a veiled virgin
knows no end.
A modicum of rice to feed
the mortal sin
of asking to be
But I am what I am .
and just as all are what they are.
If only the world had space for the greater truth
rather than drawing chalk lines about the earth -
Made this way
and the step to First Principles
for the finally careful frozen music entrances:
Huge Plates of Glass
Shape. Form. Block. Stone.
Glass. Steel to bend
my eye toward Industry.
For when the Spirit is without Locomotion
Becalmed on a Sargasso Sea -
The First Priniciples
are The Moral Compass
that draws me to The Frozen Music
When there is no more Poetry.