The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That’s what poetry does.
~ Allen Ginsberg
I’ve made liquid nicknames for
the incomparable feelings of Earth
the peculiar surrealism of suffering
a dance of cycles and poverty in seasons
and prosperity in that experience of lack?
organic and passionate, thriving
in pure obscurity, that is the dilemma
there is no fame in doing what you love
only the pure satisfaction of being
connected to something larger than yourself
I’ve made friends with stars, books
as if I could plagiarize memories
like some ethical problem of the future
you tell me beauty is copyrighted?
I’ve charted universes in your eyes
thriving with an open soul for higher realms
of wisdom, disguised as a psalmist
I’ve seen the vital sources where destiny
Is drawn like a paradox of passion
I’ve seen the gracious gluttony
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