Monday, May 12, 2014

5354. YOUR MIND HAS MADE POETRY TRIVIAL

YOUR MIND HAS 
MADE POETRY TRIVIAL
I shall bash you, Basho. How's that for new approval. 
There's little left of the world you knew. The logical and
the rational now rule by the point of a mental gun. I abhor
the stance. I fight back constantly. Avoiding pitfall and
even debate, I simply refuse to engage the other.
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Deep within my stream of dark the selfsame panther
crouches, the leopard of language, the fierce animal of
word and words' efforts. Once I let that crazy monster 
in, I knew it would never leave. I made it a place and
gave it a bed. Happily. Now it covers even the fencing 
of my mind. I am as wild as it ever was.
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No closing the gate  -  these horses have all been let out.

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