So many dreams.... so little peace....so late...so many poems demanding voice.......How can I sleep?????
I am without relativity...
For me the world moves
not like the streetcars
in some distant fantasy
or legend passed on among
an agnostic elite
(eager
to find God in the equations
they've scribbled hastily across
the face of an impassive universe)
but like a song
whose mathematics sing to the
beauty of the mind
and for the joyous posture of those
declared unfit and dressed
in the loose fitting garments befitting
apostate lovers of God.
*
"If God made the bee,
the wasp is surely
a creation of the devil"
If there is nothing more to fate
than the prophesy of a broken mirror
then the devil has had his way, for
I was never the loving child of God
(as I pretend)
but then, I am never as I pretend;
so why do I continue to sweep away
the broken glass.....
undoing fate with a lie.
*
The rabbis speak of two windows,
one faces east, dispersing the shadows
cowering in that uncertain space
between morning and night.
The other, pasted over with yesterdays
headlines declaring war and screaming
improprietously of whores yet to be stoned,
reveals little of the world beyond.
At times, a path leads between the two
deceptive in its simplicity, the geometry of
convergent planes offering clear answers
and drawing life from its occasional inhabitants
who will soon tire of its clarity and
once again long for the wisdom
of their discarded sages.
There, I feel better already!!!!!! Don't know where they come from, but they bubble and churn up from within, demanding expression...So for now, I have fulfilled my obligation as scribe to those insistent forces that allow me no peace. So hopefully, for today anyway, "to sleep, perchance to dream".
Pablo, guerrilla poet
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