relative importance

What good,

I do not proclaim,

what good is it?

What purpose?

What function?

And to what degree, and how?

Here is another image from my life-

Doves, Roses, Waters, Lillies, etc., etc., or some such “beautiful” bullshit-

and attached to it some such projection of my psychology.

Because those “eternal” “beautiful” “waters”

stifle my exuberance with their arresting gag

and I am “moved” enough to “write” a “poem”

and because it is only water,

and because it is only a poem,

and because yous wander normally amid only waters,

I know that I am alone.

Nothing is more isolating than my love for these died away "moments".

My insistence on the power of

4pm light on leaves

a self-indulgent thought at 4am,

is, admittedly, a private lunacy.

I do not proclaim.

There are skyscrapers for that.

I do not analyze or press

Gods or Governments for answers to these

similarly

imaginary questions.