Silverscreen

 

Beyond the grey of the sky (we
call it sky for lack of a more
scientific name), the blank.
Call it the black that enables
all to wonder about galaxies.
What it does to me now is
        grant sights
of mind away from my earthly
        conflicts,
the illusion of these. I am
        thinking of
        the other
planets we can be reincarnated
        to/on,
after here, after the illusion
        of here—
here being no more than a comic
fraction of what we shall soon
see. . . . I have in my worry the
impossibility of being under-
        stood,
here, with the illusion of our
        convictions,
        these for the
        purpose of
what? Life (we call it that
for the lack of a more
scientific tag) is a joke.
Seriously, it is fine comedy.

Or seen from the other plan-
        ets
is of worldly worry on the
environment, nuclear radiation
        /fissions,
        or worse,
provincial small-mindedness.
        ‘Cos from
there, what’s a jungle? Beyond
        the grey
        sky is
        science,
        but
beyond science: the white blank.

        Call
it the yank that invites all
to open their windows in the
evening, to the sad vibes, to
rhymes in the race, against the
haughty beliefs of conventional
        wisdom.

The universe, what artists see.

 

 

 

 

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