REINCAMERANATION

my self dissolves

in the light of overexposed film

reels and reels of black magnetic tape

all that I am

nothing less

nothing more

no more cut scenes

of strings of memory

some brighter than others

some damaged beyond repair

unable to ever capture the full extent of my life

anyways

no longer identifiable

as the person I am

or was

just black magnetic strips

spinning in circles relentlessly

whirring on the wheel

is this who I am?

where am I?

I could be anything

everyone

everything

anyone

who has ever been

who will ever be

absolutely naked

nothing

a child in the womb

not quite ready for a new world

not knowing anything else

wiped clean

for the show

for the next scene

black majestic tape

it all must go on:

LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION

Faith in Reason

I have faith in the faithless,

an ardent striving

for clarity, for a

thought

which

could

only

be

by necessity. 

doubtlessly true,

hitting me with the force of

pure reason. 

But I do not know,

do not have the patience

to make beginnings

to cognize the flaws

in my consciousness’s laws

that cannot but assume

its own capacity

its own veracity

its own tapestry

of contents and forms.

but now thinking of thinking

I see

thinking thinking thinking

doing its own work

acting on itself

moving

to validate itself

before looking anywhere else

or accepting any of the rest,

revealing what comes first

and what comes next,

putting itself to its own test. 

so, silently, I put away any hope

extinguish any desire to know,

so that when eating an apple

with a tongue ever-tasteless

only the truth of truth alone

will abolish my faith in the faithless.

People are my Lands

People are my lands
My oceans, my sands
Stretched out horizons
Suns ever-rising
Moons waning and waxing
Tiring and relaxing
Growing out of seeds
Chopped down like the weeds
Canopies of trees
The shade of the elders’ leaves.

Rows and rows of farms
Gathering in swarms
Scattered by the storms
Dried up by the heat
Looks so lifeless and empty
Grounds barren with desert
Diamonds formed from pressure
Deep in the jaws of stone
Millions of years of bones
Holding up the thrones
Continental drift
Diasporic gifts

Glaciers melting fast
Old ways now rehashed
The bush is still on fire
Ignited by the liars
The honest ones pull true
Like the tides and the moon
But earthquakes tear asunder
Hurricanes and tornadoes blow
Tsunamis crash and bring us under
The fury never seems to go

People are my lands
My oceans, my sands
My only habitat
A wilderness intact
How deep to go?
How far to traverse?
This Earth of soul
Just a corner of the universe
The only one I’ll ever know
Will I ever know these people,
These lands, these oceans, these sands?