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You Know

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You Know

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I don’t know

I should have something

More to say

How are you?

What’s up with you?

What have you read

Or heard,

Seen or

Smelled, Tasted

Or touched?

How is the world for you

These days?

I hope you’re well

And having a good day

You deserve it

And to be told so

Many times

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Friends

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Missing Magic

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Missing Magic

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Well, that was a clutter

Messages, groceries by the door

Coffeemaker, toaster

Mail

And nearly all of it

I slept through

Catching the final beep

From the phone

Signaling that

So many things had happened

In my Prufrock world

I don’t have a peach

And the part is in the middle

I’ve only heard the mermaid sing

In the Disney movie

But there is color outside

And cool air to breathe

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And I shall go

Not

To strive or find

Yes, not

To yield

I doubt there will be a grail,

Either

Or a dragon

And if a dragon, we should

Become acquainted

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Be Serious

(x = space)

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Be Serious

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I should say something about God,

because I like God

though I wonder how God likes me.

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Love and like,

like the basis

For a friendship.

And Jesus is our friend,

a revelation given when they met

for supper one last time.

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So if Jesus likes me,

which has been the implication

then somehow, in some way

I must be likable.

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I know God is all-giving

and all patience

with everything that’s perfect,

and my regard hardly necessary.

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And I suppose

friendship must be doctrine

in this tradition, anyway,

though we switch it to indifference

when we think we might,

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when we want to forget

until outside the booth

that God was there

in everything,

made complicit by us followers.

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We are reverse claustrophobes

on Earth—we want to tunnel in

where we might take the rocks

and build small tyrannies,

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which is not friendly action,

though if God is removed

by our convenience, how easily

each other?

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Friendship with God,

a treat by Christian doctrine, I

suppose,

while others don’t forget

the awesomeness of God

and that awe means fear;

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we could stand some friendly fear,

for it is God who loves

and calls us loves even from

prophets and lawgivers.

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Jesus as our pal?

Our buddy at the bar?

It’s fun to think that way

(I think so),

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though Jesus of creation

and of Sinai,

of Golgotha and victory

in hell—how trivially

is made up by us;

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but God is always God

who cries, who creates,

who sacrifices—maybe, then,

deserving of

an attitude of more.

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Coney Island, United States

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Aphoristically Yours

Aphoristically Yours

 

Friend,

 

You know more than I

So I’d rather listen

If you want to hear from me

That’s all right, too

 

Some would say

And they are wise

This is the definition of

A friendship

 

Some might say

It is a paradox

There would be too much silence

For the talking

 

Well, embrace the contrary

If everyone is listening

There might be fewer words

But greater truth

Prevail

 

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Photo by Trung Thanh on Unsplash

Kim Lien High School, Vietnam

 

Gilgamesh

Gilgamesh

(in memoriam of Enkidu)

 

There is no justice

The gods cannot reveal

Who deserves to live

And who must die

They are not strong

Their fickle weakness

One way the wind blows, now the other

There is nothing to rely on

No mercy

No respect

No consideration

 

Rank and merit have no meaning

I am king

And hero

And I could not save my friend

The one I found and fought

And from whom I learned

That to be a god

One should be human, first

Then with both natures

Understand the world, at last

 

My heart is severed from the rest

My mind burns

With fire:

Regret, loss, shame

Lack of understanding

With nothing

Nothing

I may do

Though I would cleave infinity

Face the worst beast I have yet to meet

More so than the Beast of Heaven

With no sword

But with my soul, alone

For my friend’s return

 

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By Anonymous (Mesopotamia) – Walters Art Museum: Home page  Info about artwork, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=18784557

Early Middle Assyrian cylinder seal impression dating between 1400 and 1200 BC, showing a man with bird wings and a scorpion tail firing an arrow at a griffin on a hillock. A scorpion man is among the creatures Gilgamesh encounters on his journey to the homeland of Utnapishtim.

(Wikipedia text, “Gilgamesh”)

 

Dawn-Calling

Dawn-Calling

 

Who calls dawn

 

One bird, two birds

I hope it’s at least two

 

No one should have

To call the new day

All alone

 

At such a time, there

Should be company

 

And, if it works out,

Friendship through

The morning

 

That’s how I’d like to

Start the day

With someone near

 

To know me now

When the day begins

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