Thursday, December 5, 2013

IT WON'T FIT UNTIL YOU DO

there's no cheap easy mysticism

going on here...no bedroom visionary jerking off...


the fact of creation can only be

a smudge blurring the true workings


between our dim eyes and deaf ears...


let the scientist proclaim the processes of the universe

as refuting the existence of the very power that propels them...


and let the poet and the dreamer hide in their

childish wounds in a sob to an Eternal Father...


pray to God or acknowledge the black hole...


whether you call it the Lord...or Big Bang...or quasar or

ashtray or jack handle or lamplight


you bow before the very same Mystery

that animates all Life....




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