Poem Fragment Notes(20080711)

The same Lust for a context driven Truth, starves the Spirit of it's need for Virtue.

And then even individually felt passion is reduced to a rubric of collective security.

Reliably warm and fuzzy, if not Yin and Yang.

For what is lost is the interplay of well matched opposites, and Risk and Passion that would otherwise resonate in the Electric battle between Black and White.

This fatigue of the Spirit, from such effort and risk, both makes attractive the Serpent's Wisdom – and makes Cowards of us All.

(...to paraphrase Vince Lombardi:)

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But to even use the term “Shades”, in the phrase “Shades of Grey” -- implies a context of discrete elements of choice, and with each illusion of “flow”, a safety-net of discreet but dead frets, and the journey between conception and death, may seem to transpire without risk, but only seems continuous – if you permit your ears to squint.

Yet the troublesome Heart was contrived with a flesh that feels directly, remains innocent to the pains of it's past, stays open – as an article of faith, and therefore bleeds, but never callous.

So the rubric of warmed over passion, secured by it's faith in Truth-by-Numbers, attempts to put the heart inside a metaphor – like a baby in a box :(

And then attempt to build a world out of context and process.

A world where all past dangers is denatured into physical needs which are uncoupled from past , human consequences – are no longer as a currency of connection, but are open as is plastic or play monies – reduced to a portable menu of scratch and itch.

(as I said, just notes on a poem or two...)