onnytology

 

Time never went far enough

Never reached the corner of the room

Where death in deep repose

Was sitting

 

And yet we assumed, all of you

And I

That time held all the strings

In his hand

Could open every door

Could reveal

The first and final note in the melody

of life itself

In the melody

of life.

 

I refuse to say a word in my defence

You all chose

To believe the slanders spoken

Shamelessly by servants

Of creeping time, the

lowest of the low

And I, therefore, take my leave of you

Go back to where it all began

Home to the marshes of mystery

The forests of feeling

The mountains of mirth

Home to where it all began

In the cradle of night’s

Forgotten repose

 

Here I sleep, and time skips a beat

or two

You’d never have guessed

Would you?

As this be the continuum of word

And never the twain – the opposing poles

Of timey-life, sometimes known as

Life y-time, oh my

And written word, the pampered child

Of mind y-mind, the rational attempt

To paper up the cracks

Between things y-matter

And matter-chatter things be

Products of a broken set

Onny-three

An all-ful-ness –

Shall meet, shall meet

Shall meet

Never the twain

I said

And say again

Never the twain

 

Unless, that is, the music

Of the inner-space, the tapping

dancing feet

Bring to fruition  nascent unity

Deep within each and every me

Nascent unity

waiting patiently

To spill out into the noisy

Busy mass of half-baked

Half-witted n’half taboo

contradictionality

That I verily

be

 

So help me God

Without the least

 without the least trace of i-rony

Let time weave itself

Surreptitiously

Around the stave of my

Axiality

or furrow the disk of my diskiness

And if my heart skips a beat

or two

Let me sense

the gap

the unspoken intent

the silent ache

that just might

rekindle my

f

my

i

my

r

my

e

fire – you say

Ah

I know not how

Ah

I know not why

Ah

I know

not

ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff – the first letter will do

 

driving away, red tail lights

fading

whether or not

the car exists

we still feel the motion

of what remains

unmoved

 

 

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