Biological prisons can obscure their bars with love.
Marriage may reduce some potential chaos unleashed via active sexuality.
One hopes future generations will learn from our mistakes.
However, if children copy parents, adults need to embody
any change they wish to see.
Demanding coherence might encourage comforting illusions.
In a scientific age it appears more respectable to blame unspecified genes
for misfortunes, once perceived as arising from curses.
Even guilt has been preferred over the acceptance of helplessness;
or an uncaring universe, with its merciless neutrality.
Beliefs perpetuate themselves by becoming psychologically indispensable.
Despite many advantages, modernity leaves unsatisfied desires toward transcendence, which tempt reversion.
Spiritual frustration extends into art.
At a recent exhibition came the remark: “But anyone could do this!”
Meaning: “Where are those profound and beautiful works we yearn after: to move us?
Things requiring special abilities, beyond our capacity…”
In my own case, continual restlessness led me away from whatever I became tolerably good at.
Having wandered and dreamed through existence, I wake, unknown by the world, into a void of personal insignificance.
Now illness is closing
the doorway to life
in my face
mortality haunts me
for improbable faith
and ancestral perception
it would feel
as little more than
change of trains