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Aug 16, 2009
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Epilogue - Revised
I
Each day brings
a distantiation;
a photograph viewed
through old Lucite;
Dance of evanescence
In the sky’s fiery meadows;
pleochroic displays
of the setting sun My mind -a melangeof melancholic molecules -a shiver of constant vibration I am caught up - trapped
in a plexus of emotion
and anticipationI live apologetically -ill at easeon the razor edge of time
II
A brief subtle snap;abrupt capitulation intothe unknowableCataclysmic? No!!!At least - I don’t think so Seamless?Sometimes it appears sobut who knows for sure?Has anybody ever returnedto tell the truth? When the moon is at its zenithI meet my doppelgangerI look him in the eyesearching for answersThere are no answers -only questions Theories galore;Karmic laws;natural laws;indestructibility of energy;heaven; hell; purgatory;metempsychosis; last judgementWho knows? We theorise; hypothesise;
fantasize;we rave; we rantwe lie, we killwe commit heinous crimebecause we believethat our beliefis the ultimate truthIt’s as far as we can gowe can go no further III
Our biggestand most grievous sinis to live apologetically;to emasculate our souls;to accept and encourageemptiness as a way of lifeCollapsed wings,we sit circumscribedin our material realm Everything in lifehas its antithesis;
everything about itsaftermathis vague – ambiguous;wrapped in skeinsof inscrutable mystery Self appointed messiahs,preachers, priests,clairvoyants soothsayersand half clad holy men;all heave their shouldersagainst an iron wall -in vain Humility, prayer, penancedenial on one handgreed, deceit,material mongering,megalomaniaon the other -bundles of paradoxicalcontradictions In the endwho knowsfor there shall never be a wayto crack this –the biggest conundrum
Each day brings
a distantiation;
a photograph viewed
through old Lucite;
Dance of evanescence
In the sky’s fiery meadows;
pleochroic displays
of the setting sun My mind -a melangeof melancholic molecules -a shiver of constant vibration I am caught up - trapped
in a plexus of emotion
and anticipationI live apologetically -ill at easeon the razor edge of time
II
A brief subtle snap;abrupt capitulation intothe unknowableCataclysmic? No!!!At least - I don’t think so Seamless?Sometimes it appears sobut who knows for sure?Has anybody ever returnedto tell the truth? When the moon is at its zenithI meet my doppelgangerI look him in the eyesearching for answersThere are no answers -only questions Theories galore;Karmic laws;natural laws;indestructibility of energy;heaven; hell; purgatory;metempsychosis; last judgementWho knows? We theorise; hypothesise;
fantasize;we rave; we rantwe lie, we killwe commit heinous crimebecause we believethat our beliefis the ultimate truthIt’s as far as we can gowe can go no further III
Our biggestand most grievous sinis to live apologetically;to emasculate our souls;to accept and encourageemptiness as a way of lifeCollapsed wings,we sit circumscribedin our material realm Everything in lifehas its antithesis;
everything about itsaftermathis vague – ambiguous;wrapped in skeinsof inscrutable mystery Self appointed messiahs,preachers, priests,clairvoyants soothsayersand half clad holy men;all heave their shouldersagainst an iron wall -in vain Humility, prayer, penancedenial on one handgreed, deceit,material mongering,megalomaniaon the other -bundles of paradoxicalcontradictions In the endwho knowsfor there shall never be a wayto crack this –the biggest conundrum
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Thank you Jayne
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