"Oh blessed rage for order, pale Ramon"--Stevens
My story spinning out,
A blind man's cane clicking
In the darkness of Plato's cave.
The story beguiling,
Justifying whatever propelling impulse
It follows a half a step behind:
Slime in the snail's wake,
Effluvium forming ever novel
Combinations from the
Mountain of yesterday's shit.
All this to both create and soothe
My-- "but I had to do it"-- defense.
2 comments:
Very interesting...the sense of being propelled, forced by circumstances, a sense of duty or need, creating order (as per Stevens) while in fact doing stumbling blindly, creating only a mountain of shit....
thanks for the comment
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