Friday, 30 October 2015

Epistle to the Solitaries (2015 blank verse) (End of B.C. cycle)


The apparitional psychology
 of solitaries, like a particle,
accelerator, stills the willing wilds
so that the miniscule but extent stands 
out in the sharpest of reliefs, as
monkishly apparent as a ghost,
red-flagged among the primate gestural
vocabularies filling other cracks
in their collection of stalactites: we
are just too autonomic day to day
to pass unnoticed, live in hidden heights,
experience emotions they don’t have
which don’t have names. We praise an Inner Sun
& are not isolated humanoids.
We sequence emanations that 
they do not even know are possible!
among their cubicles & mortgages.
We flourish carefully, refining our
proportions, watch The World with wide bright eyes.