Calling Us Inward

The logic of life…

  illogically pure

 

In search of itself,

  last problem to cure

 

Synapses relapse,

  science reclaims

 

The form with the formula,

  washed down the drain

 

Structural weakness,

  obsolescence defined

 

The clocks after midnight,

  forever to chime

 

With finality’s ink,

  used falsely to stamp

 

The rug underneath us,

  pulled out in a rant

 

Our nature found larcenous,

  truth we must steal

 

To claim for ourselves,

  what our lies deem as real

 

While eternity listens

  to this comedy play out

 

The light calling us inward

  —past reason and doubt

 

(Strafford Pennsylvania: June, 2019)

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