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written by : petersfolly
A VIEW NEAR STERKFONTEIN.
(CRADLE OF MANKIND )
A SUPERNALWINDOW
THAT OPENING THROUGH
FROM A CLEAR BLUE SKY
LIKE SOME ALIEN ENTITY
ALMOST GAVE ME THE WHOLE OF IT.
THE ROCKY OUTCROP,
FLINTSTONE BENEATH MY FEET,
WHAT ONCE MUST HAVE BEEN
A WIDE ROLLING PLAIN,
KILOMETRE AFTER KILOMETRE
OF UNINTERRUPTED VIEW.
VISCERAL, INCHOATE,
A STUMBLING TOWARD
OF PROMISED LANDS
WOKE ME TO A DREAM OF A LONG LINE OF SLEEK
BLACK SEDANS
SUN DUST TRAILING OFF SAND ROADS.
THE WINDSCREENS REFLECTION,
SHIMMERING.
FROM ABOVE
TRUMPETED, A
CRY OF PASSING IBIS
DRUMMING THE SKY
IN A BEAT OF WINGS
HERE,
MOMENTARILY,
SUSPENDED
IN THIS,
ILLUSIONARY
BETWEEN A GOD AND MAN
I THOUGHT I SAW HIS PLAN
I UNDERSTOOD IT ALL
THE DISSERTATIONS
THE DECLAMATIONS
THE WHEAT GERM SEED
THE CORPUSCLE FROZEN
IN THE VEIN
ALL, ALL
FROM HERE TO THERE
AND NO, NOT ONE, NOTHING,
NOWHERE.
THE WHOLE GOD DAMMED
HORSE BLINDED BLINKER
THING.
UPHARSIN.
BELOW, FURTHER DOWN BELOW
THE OCEAN ROLLS IN
ALONG THE COAST THE BREEZE
IS LIGHT AND STEADY
BENEATH SUNBLOCKED UMBRELLAS
WE STRETCH WITH A DULL, INWARD
TURNING.
THE LULL OF
DISPARATE DAYS.
WHAT LITTLE
GIVEN TO THE WIND.
KEEPING THAT ALSO WHICH
YOUR EYES, OBDURATE
INCORPORATE WANT,
SPEAKING DAY
FOLLOWING
RELENTLESS,
DAY
IN AN UNFORGIVING
LOVE.
I SMACK THE PILLOW
AND TURN.
OR RESTOKING THE FIRE
AGAINST
THE DARK ENCROACHING
INTO A GLASS OR A NEEDLE
I SIT STARING
INTO UNUTTERABLE SILENCES,
AND THROUGH WANT OF A BELIEF
WILLING TO BELIEVE.
ULYSSEES FOREVER
RE NEGOITIATING
OLD CHARTED SEAS
STEERING A DANGEROUS COURSE
BETWEEN THE MYRIADS
OF PLATITUDES
THE SQUALL OF CLICHES,
AGAINST WHAT IS REAL
WALT MAY HAVE KNOWN A THING OR TWO
HE COULD HAVE SAID
( GOING BACK TO HIS MIND)
“ GOD BLESS THE FLOWERS
IN THE GRASS,.
AND WHILE WE’VE
GOT IT SO DISSECTED NOW
THAT SOMETIMES WE GET TOO MUCH OF THE FLOWER
TO SEE THE GRASS
OR JUST TOO MUCH GRASS
THAT WE BEGIN TO PERFORM ON CUE.
WELL, WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO ?
A HARUSPICATION
SCRATCHED
IN SMALL LETTERS
ON THE CORNER OF A PUBLIC ROOM
WALL
OR ON A BUS RIDE OR
IN AN ELEVATOR
GOING UP,
OR DOWN
SOME MANIC VOICE
WITH A SUDDEN URGENCY
LEANING INTO YOUR EAR
WHISPERING
“SOME TIMES I FIND MYSELF…..
THINKING,
THAT THE PROGRAM
HAS STOPPED RUNNING
AND HE AIN’T DEAD
AT ALL. “..
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