From scratch, or a scratch, in the sensuous setting, an empiric indiscretion,
Idea and thing in grand isolation, idea from idea, thing of king from king thing,
What an impression, what a mutilation, what a deviation, the fling of sense,
Saved in accumulated singularity, hermetically hidden, secretly seen.
A notion notioned, in an ocean of devotion to the perceived has-been.
Infinite deference to the uniqueness of reference, to multiplicity of fact.
In the theatre of one and only one presentation, the first and final bow.
This informed instant, first met, divided it stands, united in doubtless demand to be,
To be called forth, called to mind, in a sign signified, of intimate design, divine,
A malignant kind, this instance of a thought, instantaneous identity in difference,
Unmutilated vision in the spirit of all, a prior find in a perfectly prior mind.
Whose mind? A mind, a frame of mind, inclined to all minds,
A frame of reference, A preference, A prejudicial flow, at-one-ment, God sent.
To judge the judgement of particular fact, erasing with universal contempt.
8 comments:
A smashing "fling of sense". Bravo!
Yes, 'Tis a fling Gerry..very much a fling...a fling in the dark!!
Sean
I´am lucky to share your blog of pure poetry, wich reflects your feelings, observations,sensations surround wich you on all sides by this wonderfull country of yours.
Again, thank you for this amazing and deep opportunity
Karla Julia
Well, better to light one candle than to curse the darkness. Or, equally cool, light a candle that curses the darkness.
Gerry..in the world of poetry I cannot hold a candle up to you...if I did, I would not write another word..
Karla, your comment is immensely appreciated. Thank you so much.
I neither accept that nor believe it for a second.
Oh no? Oh no! As God is my witness Gerry, and I have Him right here, and he tells me that I am correct.
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