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A jar of speech

The privilege to curse and be cursed

Nailed at the sky

An abstracted kiss, suffering grace

Who can undo the fool

But the seekers of the sun

Barefoot logic of sages

Their rebel mouths, alone of time

Hubris, high on progress

The ramparts of the world

Remain chained to a pillar

Refusing to ask forgiveness

So we’ll pick and poke and prod at the material

To uncover a bit of refuse, some resistance

Agent of a piece of Heaven, obligating awe

How do you mean to cast your reflection

When the pendulum has no mind to receive your magic

Cast out from a spattering of lightning

The fore edge stepped waterless pools holding rice

Tiny granules, valence undetermined

As they turn circles at the patterns laid

Falling out of orbit

No matter our natural tendance to oscillate, to shake

Windmill giants trick and transcend the senses

Their lyricism tips the suspension of boredom

Creating subjects fit for laughter

The radiance that dripped between lips

Pooled at the throat and gnawed from chest

Churning a chasm

If we deny the responsibility of God

The stars’ ego emerges into the desert

Memories destroyed with rationality debases the Prince of the Mind

Although stricken with arousal by absurdity

Artifice of make believe

Is this not an impulse of sincerity

Or the illustrated weariness of a mechanical god

Carried by a misremembered apologue  

We possess ourselves

And underneath the sword we shine brighter

The dandy castles with their big articulations

Reject the earth and it’s limitations

Centuries of pepper trees

Tearing garments

A city covered planet which eats itself

Emerald heart of throws and fits

Never fall for less than the only immortal note of Love

But know it’s worth more to me than that