We have a sizable job before us poets
the serpent used a poem so sweet and subtle
Eve's swoon was akin to Elvis' adolescent entourage
lyrics that could talk you into wanting to know more about
how to talk using lyrics that could talk you into wanting to
know more about how to talk using more of a language
that operates the mind, that speaks to will itself.
and Adam, like the Junior High sympathetic, waiting by the phone
wondering what she does when she's out of sight,
finding them in the clearing smiling with casual familiarity
only to say, 'Oh, hey, where have you been, care to meet my new friend?'
and He, obliging since he already knows that what she likes,
He ought to find well and good, enjoys a chat and a snack with
this beguiling stranger who seems so learned and worldly.
our duty to redeem the artifice, to turn the mechanics into a
tool for what will come to be understood as good, the aesthetic that governs,
where the dust in the creekbed shuffles similarly to a star devoured by gravity,
light in the dewdrop with the fragrance off the petal, the song and the wing
together in the tree, the telling of a tale in weight and measure,
brushstroke and letter, the definable math, the falsely fathomable organic
randomness, precisely ambiguous, colossally specific, superficially profound,
is tasked with using the design, generating every nomenclature through metaphoric
action, the most real thing, the underpinning, the scaffold, the Tao.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
We have a sizable job before us poets
the serpent used a poem so sweet and subtle
Eve's swoon was akin to Elvis' adolescent entourage
lyrics that could talk you into wanting to know more about
how to talk using lyrics that could talk you into wanting to
know more about how to talk using more of a language
that operates the mind, that speaks to will itself.
and Adam, like the Junior High sympathetic, waiting by the phone
wondering what she does when she's out of sight,
finding them in the clearing smiling with casual familiarity
only to say, 'Oh, hey, where have you been, care to meet my new friend?'
and He, obliging since he already knows that what she likes,
He ought to find well and good, enjoys a chat and a snack with
this beguiling stranger who seems so learned and worldly.
our duty to redeem the artifice, to turn the mechanics into a
tool for what will come to be understood as good, the aesthetic that governs,
where the dust in the creekbed shuffles similarly to a star devoured by gravity,
light in the dewdrop with the fragrance off the petal, the song and the wing
together in the tree, the telling of a tale in weight and measure,
brushstroke and letter, the definable math, the falsely fathomable organic
randomness, precisely ambiguous, colossally specific, superficially profound,
is tasked with using the design, generating every nomenclature through metaphoric
action, the most real thing, the underpinning, the scaffold, the Tao.
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