Monday, October 08, 2012

Paranoid Couplets

If permission granted this world to be,
then let it be; there is other way. But stay

near to the world in which X couldn’t possibly
happen, and you’ll be loath to see that day is day.

This sun, these trees, these passers-by will seem
like grounds for things to be no other way

(permission permits no trace but in the free
motion of all of those objects it makes play

along, and turns a trophy out of atrophy.
Permission's gift is motion’s prey).

Then world will be for you a gravity
and yourself a vacuum bent, as if to pray.