1210. I WAS DOWN, DOWN BY THE SIMPLE IDEALS BUT NO ONE COULD FIND ME

I WAS DOWN, DOWN BY THE

SIMPLE IDEALS, BUT NO ONE

COULD FIND ME
There is another waning moon over my right shoulder

in the early morning darkness - nothing like the sun has

come up yet and the sky grows only slowly light and

thus it has ever been : some Devil entrapment lurks

'round every corner and the yellow lights of weakening

lanterns throw strange forms across the glass and every

window I see is partially shaded by something I'm not

sure of - amidst all the things for sale from yesterday

and all the shoes and coats and hats and cameras of

another commerce are figments of another imagining

- one of magnificent deals and bargains to be made

beyond the reckoning of these feeble cash transactions

and it is only when I STOP to determine what follows me

that I realize it is nothing nothing at all and the

indeterminate nature of my time and place reciprocates

and calls me back by names I will not reckon to :

insignificant wretch foolish cipher and the rest :

were I to actually listen I'd surely go mad but as it is

I'm deaf to the soundings of any Lucifer or Luther too

for that matter and MY theses posted on any doorway

would be addressed to the Devil I see more than the

Devil I don't see : 'you are miserable too you pathetic

little worm' and then I'd list a million things of issue

and consternation - how the world is really flat as

planar consciousness itself and only time enfolds back

upon time over and over how the light we see is but

a tangible manifestation of that which first conceived it.