Lostness (60)
I need a metaphysical vacuum cleaner
for the soiled carpet of my soul.
Where are higher powers
when you want them?
“No lie in the sky!” sounded one atheist slogan
during unbelieving rage
days upon which, looking at our planet, it seemed
maybe gods should also ask forgiveness
from creatures suffering
subject
to such creation
Here happiness appeared an irrational state
with misery and anger
taking typical positions
behind morality
against onrushing evil tides
Refusing contentment
until situations were put right
thus assuring vexation
(As argument demanding agreement
ensures its own frustration)
Perfectionism
defers living
to search after unreachables
Trying too hard
denying animality
buffoon versus baboon
or remembered child
that messed his pants
shamed before a looming parent
when my arse followed me
like a judgement.
There
beneath ethics
lurks aesthetics.
Beauty
underlain by sex
fired through hormones
hence desire overcomes distaste
then other bodies turn
ingestible.
In the end
at two extremes
we find
those seeing all
as evidence of divine presence
opposing those seeing the same
as showing only
divine absence.
Yet
if people who abhor reality
require religion more
what about this particular
isolation…
Might it grow so intense
I’d begin mumbling at deities
(while lacking faith in their actuality)
merely from an urge to complain?
Perhaps
even confessing
I need
a metaphysical vacuum cleaner
for the soiled carpet
of my soul.
(1993)
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