Entered unscripted into our
World, devoid of form or
Bias --judgement encrypted
In thought, life, wood, water--
In savant, worm, mind and
Mindless alike strike schism
Or closure; our composure
Bends --to what end? Soon
Naked, scaled or rockbound
In storm or full May moon
We gain devices in stars to
Bless or break what is ours.
As solid dreams are we in
Cosmos moved, theology
Can always be improved.
Yes, solid dreams ... I really like this but cannot articulate why ... words and cadence perfectly in tune
ReplyDeleteThis reads like a rap. I love your word play, and the fact that this (unscripted-encrypted, closure-composure). "We bless or break what is ours." So true. And the overall message...This is my favorite of yours so far, Geo. It's wonderful.
ReplyDeleteBe warm and well, my friend.
I never felt that the Homeric gods were unbiased. Perhaps it was because they had dealt with us for so long.
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