Through the glass let us pass, love! Not
Alice's mirror, but the biconcave lens forever
Divergent, diverging! Here, in the gaping maelstrom
Of no thing, confronting zed zed zed, we're like
Hapless triangles that Edwin Abbott instructed were
So easily misled by the limits of local cultural
Boundary conditions. We're all entangled in mythology
And superstitions, but I yearn for the ecstatic, the
Never dreamt, the bright firework explosions beyond
The wit of men. Give me new oceans with spinning
Compass needles and typhoons and ravenous white
Whales with baleful red eyes! This is the fearsome
Reality of true freedom, unfenced, unbuckled down,
Unexplored, unbroken, assaulting under hammer
Blows. No theories! No beliefs! No dogma! No
Traditions or clichés to catch the heels in the
Common sucking mud of filthy yesterdays! No
Security. No authority. Let us travel through
That glass and emerge, and diverge, across the
Dark vale to fill all the universe with the real
Promise of man!
20091110
Promise of Man
Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
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My, it's quite extraordinary how well this flows, how natural it feels, this is poetry at its best- true, raw emotions and the tumult of the conscious in the face of a Brave New World spilling in sparse rays of blue sun through the vast barrier of not knowing or feeling but knowing-feeling-being as in: a man after long years of schizofrenia will find the oneness of mind after recuperation most startling at first, I imagine.
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