just another passionate excerpt for symmetry

December 19, 2011

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery – always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for?
                                                              -Virginia Woolf
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As the bars spill us out onto the street

and the new snow invites us to play less discretely;

some grinding, and many of us finding

We want to make angels.

Actually, it’s something else.

The only sin is when we were away from the Symmetry,

only our warm skin sinks away from the top beauty

melts us down through to the ground, just off.

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As the churches discharge us out into the street

and the noon sun insists us to work more discretely,

Unwinding some, and most of us finding

We want to make do.

Particularly, make something of this paradigm.

Outside, in-spite of sunlight on spiritual heights..In Spires

just sparrows float, their flight just right, required.

We’ll make do on the ground, just off.

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.published previously, way back

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2 Responses to “just another passionate excerpt for symmetry”

  1. I had to read this so many times. It’s lyrical and profound, a classic example of your style. It took my breath away.

  2. Yr kind to say so/ & thanx, too for giving it more than one go

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