The Greatness – Verse Us (Poems by Me)
There is a ticking that persists
Keeping time with the lesser law
Ice age hardware
Repurposed for the greatness
The great law holds no boundary firmly
Floating above catastrophe’s edge
It impels with the force of intuition
Loosely guarding the frontier
But not too loose
Do not underestimate the quiet legions
Of the keepers of the great law
they will not spare the rod
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Somehow indeterminately floating
above the rails of the lesser law.
between thought and speech
freedom and freewill seem implied.
But, the rules of capital and of the minds of men
bear false witness to some greatness
Portraying it valiant and independent
But, there is naught but for the ticking
A base, monotonous tone
A symphony of brooms and vacuums,
Scratching on sweathouse floors
strained eyes, backs, and exploited talent
There is an arrogant projection
An assumption of causation
From the greater to the lesser
But this is at best an accident
Here is the error
That in some way what we believe
Informs us of truth
Rather than keeping us fed and not dead
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This is a floating game of mind
Formed of chaos
And resembling it
As a tool for divining principles
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Disciplining the mind is not an end
Only a means.
Rationality is no test
For achievement or causality
It is a boundary to cross
To and fro and to
A blade, wiping away the dust
That is always obscuring luminosity
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Convictions no doubt offer advantage
but mostly courage
bestowing an analgesia
keeping us fed and bred
The infidelity of memes
burns clean each generation
forcing experience and wakefulness.
keeping us above the bed.
Relieving us of an eternal stasis
That would otherwise
Undermine the conditions for life
But casting doubt on the existence of our souls
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Do you see the relief in this view?
The liberation, and laughter
Offered in its consequences
And the arrogance stricken down
I’m not set on piercing your heart
But filling it
With the fertile possibility
Of emptiness.
No greatness of men
But no preference for fairness
No eternal damnation
But no protection from hell
An uneasy floating
With no firmament for reference
No rug and no floor
No harbor from anxiety or death
Liberation is total catastrophe
Yet, this profound loss
manifests kindness, compassion
joy, and equanimity
And bliss
Verse Us - Poems I write: haiku, senryu, mesostics, free verse, random word constructions, I might even use rhyme or meter once and a while.
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