p.o.a.m. 61 - discipline be dammed
Sep 4th, 2008 by admin
Discipline seems more river than restraint at best;
containment in the way we massage and caress it.
To have and to hold a benediction or bane
like Dante’s terza rima, the gate to renewed life
within the sexy recesses of form.
I give you my senior running mate, the lady
Hindutva Śūnyatā, who may never be born,
mother India without all the motherutterers,
cross-pollenated joy of verse and tech
enjoined, yet minus all their own ghosts
(mirroring all of our own insisting on “Western Mind”)
convinced of so much existence & backstory.
I have a favor for any of you who might indulge me,
to browse the spectrum of avatāras beyond the local bar
of Book. Then subtract light which any take from you.
I seem to talk of candidacy, because I am not persuaded
by the current pen of prophets. Yet there is a stirring,
and such is the frontier between healing flood and hateful one.