Right now
All I have is poetry
the world
and biosphere
is
On
a trapeze
And
life
is Levitated.
A pond
Is my
Tranquil place
and
reflective – mirror
to split an atom
and to
look back at myself
paul and musashi-like
large-scale
to see if
I can still see His hand
and
Natural Magic
And hear her
rhythms
and reactions as science
And
Not Bow out
To
Contests
To Represent
someone
Caged Or running
From The
Many and myriad
Paths to our
Skirmishes,
Anomie and
Clubs bent
on Domination
and not to circum to
our widely
publicized creedal
defeat.
