Thursday, March 5, 2020

Doctors Give a Glimpse


I can’t move you or conquer inversions while you digest venom. I can’t console poison or ask it to change where its nature is ruined.

But a soul sentenced to sky-dungeons after bread and wine as Eucharist. It must be consecrated. It must be cleansed. Where our hands are oiled pliers.

Time becomes blurry. Thoughts blend if not careful. While the onus must shift. But it can’t be the whales; and it can’t be the octopus; and it can’t be the polar bear. —for it resides in phantasms!

I was pregnant with indignation. I was so certain. Where part of design is to cause recollection. So, a man is unfair, a woman is concrete myths, where grandparents are left with absolute truth: only those creatures, while most people are growling, or palming and un-palming gnats.

It seems so crucial, while forced to agree, or treating make-believe as asphalt.

Dear Certainty—
what is your demographic, or better, your witness?
—for I monitor your loyalty. I have seen your works. Where people aren’t flattered.
You admire sycophants or naïve monkeys or stingers without venom.
So, I challenge you, to a game of honesties,
if you missed our conjecture.

Those mind-lamps must be ringing. Those trefoils are for wolves. But these phone lines are stenographers; to dismiss the Judge, to culminate false-winds, or to churn sacredness in the name of love—it must be condoned or it must be fire-wings or white-magic; this need for (humiliating submission) while I must un-treat affection insomuch as lying or falsifying comes naturally.       But poetry shall never win—what it already possesses, and I shall never obtain the Ark of The Covenant; for electricity a bolt, for remorse its evidence, and for existence its linchpin: those candles with cherries or those chocolates with certainty while so involved a glimpse might destroy life; this machine this disservice or so reciprocal Sun Tzu is unveiling!

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...