Speaking in Tongues

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Not looking for critique.  Comments welcome.  I hope to add to it; onward through the fog.

Speaking in Tongues


Babel (Lobby)

We carry Maya in our pockets
as if the illusions outside our brain
                             were merely a green screen
where we act out what delusions we can.

My thought for the day
arrived at after mowing an acre of rescue grass
                          (Bromus catharticus), 
an hour reading Edmund Wilson on Marx,
and a complex series of naps,
an idea simmered through an oversimplified day.

So they come, 
                        another:  Gaza=John Ford’s The Searchers.
It’s plain as day, but where are our prophets?

Drowning in Maya,
                         down by the railroad track.