A bleak poem inspired by ee cummings
And my inner eye rests on all the waste
Of what human happens in the world.
No need to spell it out - you know for sure -
Or can imagine what it is.
The leaping greenly spirits that express
The 'yes' are not enough today.
The blue true dream of sky is infinitely silent.
The confusion of the human race
is more real and rises in my mind despondant,
The malcontent and the maladjusted
Vent their psychosis unabated,
And the ill wind that blows no good,
Shows no mercy.
Its bitter icy air freezes
and will not be stilled it seems.
Oh that the ears of my ears could be silent.
Oh that the eyes of my eyes could be darkened.
Oblivion is sweet and has a deeper knowing.
Drinking it in -
The taste of things to come.
VH 2009
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