(By Gub, the 30th of January, Toronto)
What thrusts the
Recalcitrant
Player
Towards the light?
Stretches the Signet’s
Neck
As a measuring tape
Records failure
Dispassionate as time.
This abusive desire for artifice,
For vision,
To re-dress the set.
Wretched the aspiration
To challenge imperfection
With inner beauty, or perceived
strengths.
In Wind and running water
Words drown.
The black swan’s
Victory is the suicide
Of the white swan
Love dies
Incomprehensive
Of duty -
To god.
Such hunger to
Exceed mortal
Station
Break the bounds
Of divine configuration.
To dream otherwise is insanity.
And yet,
We must.
Monday, 31 January 2011
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