Friday, April 25, 2014

The Sun Has One Kind Of Splendour, The Moon Another, And Stars That Differ From One To Another

Intangible, impalpable, deadened and benumbed
dissolution from delusion,
lethargy, phlegm, insouciance, disinterest in illusion
Release, admiration, a senseless somnolent corpse
the final factor, absence of all, silence, deafening
a magnificent retreat, opulent hole, subservient refuge
Absolute quietness devoid of comparison, blindness without misdeeds,
dereliction without responsibility, infirmity and malfeasance
Decay, degeneration, blight, corrosion and rot
Faith in abnegation, rejection of any template, unrest without will
Abdication, repudiation, abandonment, universal rights, cessation without question,
justification without judgement simply because it is, at least as it can be conceived
Truth beyond reason, relativity in spite of fact
Discard the etiology, explanations without causation, an integrated hologram
never to be born, think of a miraculous cave, vacuous and empty,
invisible and incomprehensible, an anti-god, inexistence in what has never failed
or required definition, the impossibility of a concept, no gravity or physics
An unplanned edition that defies transcendence
So where is the victory in this imported mop, the ratification of a material ideal
Belief in the body and what it has naturally come to represent
Ego, identity, mortality, a shell that has no spirit, a vacant person's bed
Imagine an imageless breath, no history, without references, no objects,
no means to compare
Space, time, hocus-pocus so how could it possibly exist, death but no suffering ever
But in everything there must be a divide, the separation, a mirage
that could never be here
Do ideas have shape, anti-matter but how could this be so
Oh these are the mysteries of the material world that on occasion may attempt
to glean the impossible
But herein lies the solution, truancy, non-attendance, non-appearance AWOL
False conditions without sadness, no pickings, no reap, no sow, no desire, no pain
Oh how can it be so, even a dream is an unreality, but what is this
Exiguousness has dearth, scantiness has form, but what is the other, an absurdity
to ponder or a measure beyond immaterial, a malapropism maybe
but do not contradict what may not be understood, anti-knowledge, invisible ink
but how could this be so, a symbol to the infinite degree, but infinity may provide
some legitimacy to what could never be conceived, so why then do we wrestle
with god, humor, funniness is palpable, beyond slick, air without particles
a linguistic nightmare for which there are no terms, but somehow there is a means
to experience solace in complete vacuity
So let the mystics pretend without words, no parameters, involute shape or form