06-25-2022, 10:17 PM
Everything is a Pose
See the mind through eyes of island silences
standing before what is reflected back,
the stone and gulf,
alleyway,
go-cart, wheelbarrow,
byronic mannerisms,
strength, solitude, wackiness,
the rectangle in the head.
Monolith.
The once and future king pulls his
sword from sheath of the way things are,
hard. Set. Accomplished, elephantine.
The painting chosen for the frontispiece.
Learning to let go of what could have been,
and images and sensations and beauty die
in the chainsaw realities that make them
no longer so.
The same rectangle.
What's dark, what's prism,
what's clear and easy; the experience,
that aesthetic is no more.
The monolith shows
in what things teach
the living aesthetic, a painting
you walk in. Same
rectangle, but,
somehow, some sincerity
and regular sense,
not like a theater or game,
without the nodding anchor of the monolith,
a flow without the brimming other.
Not even.
Not even sphere.
See the mind through eyes of island silences
standing before what is reflected back,
the stone and gulf,
alleyway,
go-cart, wheelbarrow,
byronic mannerisms,
strength, solitude, wackiness,
the rectangle in the head.
Monolith.
The once and future king pulls his
sword from sheath of the way things are,
hard. Set. Accomplished, elephantine.
The painting chosen for the frontispiece.
Learning to let go of what could have been,
and images and sensations and beauty die
in the chainsaw realities that make them
no longer so.
The same rectangle.
What's dark, what's prism,
what's clear and easy; the experience,
that aesthetic is no more.
The monolith shows
in what things teach
the living aesthetic, a painting
you walk in. Same
rectangle, but,
somehow, some sincerity
and regular sense,
not like a theater or game,
without the nodding anchor of the monolith,
a flow without the brimming other.
Not even.
Not even sphere.