TRUE TO FORM
True to form
from these dialogues to
Plotinus, to quantum
neurobiology to
good old
Cornell West
(and glitch
in the Matrix)
we find ourselves, even
as footnotes, oscillating between
waxing lyrical and
sternly critical
lacking your faith in
educated elites
a square deal
whereas Puthagoras hitting
us with his right angle
triangles, and leaving
it to Euclid to
circumscribe us
inside circles
and you Romantics
backs to the political
and socio-economic walls
lounging around
the idea of
complete synthesis,
total integration,
hope
in some lifetime
of an ideal world
(collapse of
distance between profundity
and sublimity)
Oh you
overweight poet clamping
down on the word to
speak
what sounded like a moment
like clear philosophy
we find ourselves inclined
to return to, home
back in on
no better
metaphor
crazy as it sounds
poems 2 die for 