Upside Down Cake
Reality is illusion, illusion reality.
Space is pregnant with all that is
While matter beguiles, separates
And gives birth to ghosts, ghosts.
The abstract is Loves ever flowing
Fountain; the concrete but endless
Monuments to “special” nothings.
Time is but the measurer of change
And change is testimony to Beings’
Absence. Being alone is permanent.
The artist paints without eyes this
Elusive upside down cake of Life
And the composer samples its echo.
Then, at last, all have come to dine.
Sword Dancing
dancing in the dark
swords at the ready
dancing
because
they invented music
(on which
they cannot agree).
waltz
tango
dirge
i’ll lead and you
follow
no, i will lead!
swords at the ready.
dancing in the dark
sorry i stepped on
your toes.
not really
not really sorry
(better your toes
than your throat).
waltz
tango
dirge
i’ll lead and you
follow!
no, i’ll lead-----
swords at the ready.
swords at the ready
why can’t you do what
i want-
be what
i want you to be?
i invented dancing
and you!
dirge
dirge
dirge
no, i invented the two
of us
crazy
crazy
me---
(to dance against Me).
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