"In a universe which seems an existentialist joke"
Manifesto
The pattern of the past becomes a pattern in reverse
Like zebras walking backwards in a mirror at the zoo
As we pass by best and worst to slum with better and worse
In a universe which seems an existentialist joke
If I feel it has failed me does it feel I failed it too?
I seek but fail to find much as my life goes up in smoke
But our failings not withstanding this is my universe
I may not understand it but I know it like the hand
Which comforts me and challenges my need to understand
With a feeling of unsettling familiarity
Do immortals watch us with amusement and do they laugh
At us as we play beat-the-clock here in the other half
(The dark side of the moon as it would seem to me to be)?
The hand which comforts me assures me that I need not know
The answers just the questions and that hand goes where I go
Though I have the questions now the answers may not be known
Until I understand the hand which comforts is my own
This is by far the best you have written and you have written some beautiful poems. This one talks about past present and future and our inability to change, even when we know we most. Follow that hand. It is the hand of God and will not lead you astray!
God Bless,
Lew
I love this, Steven. It's tough enough to know the questions
to get too concerned about the answers to all those things
out there floating around in all that hydrogen and/or helium,
or whatever. Existential joke pretty well covers it.
I wish I could have written this. - gene.
It surely seems like the dark side of the moon to me too here this year so far. Must I depend on the Good God to hand everything to me, Can't I be given a break from prices, price gouging, greed and crime even. We have to comfort ourselves and go on believing it will become a better world, Huh/ not til the Good Lord comes back to revive us again and take us to better places unknown.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
God Bless,
Lew
to get too concerned about the answers to all those things
out there floating around in all that hydrogen and/or helium,
or whatever. Existential joke pretty well covers it.
I wish I could have written this. - gene.