Dogs 2012

NO MAS
(12/13/12)


the letters

the numbers

they lie
to us

they combine
into words
and equations
that can be only
marginal representations
of the thoughts
and feelings
concerning
our limited
comprehension
of the reality
they are meant
to reflect

at best
they mislead
our longing
for truth

at worst
they worry

they insult

they incite
the reader
into believing
something stated
is fact

when
in fact
they are merely
presenting
a subjective impression
of the moment
in which
they were
written

we lose
our right
to objectivity
as soon as
we try
to explain
an object

an event

an emotion

it is
what it is
unless it becomes
what we say
it is

a sudden
silence
seems insufficient
to undo
the harm
done

we already
live
in this world
of prevaricated
perception
that has been
built upon
millennia
of misunderstanding

we can't
go back

we can't
start fresh

we can
only add
to the confusion
with additional
explanation

as I add
here

where is
that one
simple
shining idea
that cuts through
the clutter
of the ages?

we look
to writing
and arithmetic
to find an answer
but they fall
oh
so
short
every time

we must
experience
the solution
in primal fashion
in order to find
our personal
salvation

no one
can tell us
how to do
this

I have
written
myself in circles
over the years
but have found
no revelations

still
I write

waiting
for some
magical configuration
of phrasing
that will
speak clearly
to me
with confidence

with authority

to direct me
along
my merry away
with total assurance
and serenity

I only
however
see the scribblings
staring back
at me

maybe
a final determination
on a personal level
can only
be made
in death

a passing
that will surely
be misinterpreted
by everyone
else