UPON US
outside, in no time,
the rock heroes
were pitching into
new and
old school philosophers
meanwhile,
inside the auditorium,
a voice was straining
even to reach a whisper
to instruct me
in the art of
thinking, doing,
being
beyond all duality
and you and I,
once acolytes,
found ourselves
titanic,
possibly primal,
and
yet
distinctly
out of kilter
essence of oil
floating upon
essence
of water
two tiny boat lanterns
sailing away from each other
no hope of far shore
and outside
that battle
producing no
decisive victor
stalemate as outcome
splitting of spoils
division
of points
the stars gutted to lose
all reason to celebrate
joy in
harmonious union
triumph
of will
nothing therefore
to suggest
need for nice
sacrifice
as if
the gods even care
as if
mythology is real
and
blessing
be upon us
,
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