not everything profound moves;
not everything peaceful is organic
this poem is really a
form animal—a bonsai love letter
or a jigsaw falling into place
(either way, a climax in both
entity and arrangement)
what i think i’m after: an epic poem
including history, an awareness of
history (these things aren’t the same)
seems desperate, has the
mark of a secret face
an orgiastic face: divine, ironic, waiting for
melodramatic prose, mock fairytales
approximating death
nudges us closer to
one bizarre and free-floating atmosphere
beyond language, beyond
all bewildered mating, the hollow lives of
street corner messiahs and scientific
star people (wears vegan shoes,
battles rock and roll with a toothbrush)
not all brainwashing is accidental;
not all kindness kills in secret
remember that
when your own animality
shows up like a rogue
at the front door
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I really love the first and last stanza. Bold truth…words that make you think about things you’ve assumed in life. Our firm footing shook with the slightest revealing through nature or simply through another’s eyes…excellent, my friend.
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Thank you. What a lovely and insightful interpretation. It is true, I think, that most of what we take at face value deserves to be challenged, particularly when it comes to our own nature. Thank you for commenting, and I hope you have a great Monday, friend. 🙂
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The last stanza is beautiful and unsettling. Perfect!
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Thank you!
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