dr_con Posted June 30, 2010 Share Posted June 30, 2010 just We forgive old men their ignorance knowing their search began in a different world One infinitely clever and resourceful the disembodied- light had fewer paths to go down (on summer solstice I went with a friend early in the morning to buy one rooster two hens and a baker’s dozen of doves both white and colored) Family tribe religion place and no-place the branches available to hang (when i first found the diaspora-spirits a Big dream came) Now our thoughts are nomadic photons rediscovering home Infinite paths (on the Moon we grew marijuana a blight has come) constrained by topography not real geography map-makers the new gods of what we will think ( someone suggests we kill a chicken dressed all in white beads the only color on the dark side) and how we will do it while mathe- maticians and sceptics hold mirrors and reflections as realer than real ( I don’t kill to wash away sins- sound hollow in the industrial space of our devising) It is hard to forgive the young (On Earth you don’t need too) who mouth ancient curses built (all the ground is soaked in blood) by ancestors responding to a need to survive and its logic of fear and soil ( i refuse a sound of escaping air carries my spirit beyond organic caring) Children believe it has always been this way digital- knots replace traditional submissions of joy to your betters inventing shinier simulations of why the right to your ecstasy no longer matters before the power of me mine But beneath these tended palms beside the middle school play shadow and light the only right and just thing that matters. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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