may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!

Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA

Friday, January 13, 2012

i go out to find my face(CAMPBELL)

you have my ears/yet on the lip of grave
countenance/ask me if i would countenance
what is happening to both of us.OSCAR WILDE?
My mirror lies.An arbitrary age confines/
as (in decline)GIBBONS-we devolve like DANTE
Whether there were many ARTHURS or HOMERS
Jose and George and Ray and Milton were blind
the rest are metaphors/flash fiction.Our task
means more than survival/revival.Our daily MINOTAUR
hides in LABYRINTH.Folk tales and songs
are on the track and trace /but they are PLATO's CAVE.
Light flickers campfire-eye ear radio(community
There is uncertainty.All our heroes have holes.
Banning cameras and recorders is as old
as banning texting/talking in empty cinemas
When i awaken,it will be to re-assemble
whatever forensics will piecemeal Paradise
It was here in your reflections AUGUSTINE
or was that THOMAS AQUINAS?

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