The muses’ decision to sing or not to sing is never based on the elevation of your moral purpose—they will sing or not regardless.

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Sunday, March 31, 2013

PolyEaster


I’m in Rubber soled Sneakers
held together by Glue
Made from Wild Horses.

Put together by fingers
on a Faraway shore
Driven by a master devoid of love and
Understanding.

Toe nails covered by cotton unkind.
Lessons of Love radiate

In my Mind,

The soles of my feet pray for rain
while neurons in my brain
fire this painful refrain.

1 comment:

  1. :)

    After recent conversations I have gone back and reflected considerably. I know I am improperly extrapolating things-- removing things from their proper context and placing them into one of my own choosing. But I have deeply enjoyed re-examining judeo-christian scripture and reading it as humanist/mystic metaphor. Their call to god is literal, but I am abstracting it. That is incorrect, but ooooh baby does it lead to riches.

    The Psalms, oh heavens-to-betsy, are they diamond.

    137
    By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept
    when we remembered Zion.
    2 There on the poplars
    we hung our harps,
    3 for there our captors asked us for songs,
    our tormentors demanded songs of joy;
    they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

    4 How can we sing the songs of the Lord
    while in a foreign land?
    5 If I forget you, Jerusalem,
    may my right hand forget its skill.
    6 May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
    if I do not remember you,
    if I do not consider Jerusalem
    my highest joy.

    7 Remember, Lord, what the Edomites did
    on the day Jerusalem fell.
    “Tear it down,” they cried,
    “tear it down to its foundations!”
    8 Daughter Babylon, doomed to destruction,
    happy is the one who repays you
    according to what you have done to us.
    9 Happy is the one who seizes your infants
    and dashes them against the rocks.

    I am off to family festive, but more later.

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