Pundits pontificate education.
Journalists free-journal life-exists.
Religions self-alliterate
What must Be,
To whose detriment...

(I think associations
Of free thoughts hold more weight,
Even separately combined,
Than knowledge,
Superciliously designed.)

People proliferate, sometimes
Without edification, life-existing
Self religions literacy of
What must Be,
To their detriment...

(I feel re-assimilations
Of free thoughts hold more un-boundaries,
Especially combined,
Than knowledge,
Supra-egotistically aligned.)

Poets pontificate emotions.
Writers write of life-existing.
Self-religions are the hardest to kill
To be Be,
To our detriment…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/7/06

Companion piece:

To Be…

Thank you, for relaxing
The pressure on my soul, world.
Even when it doesn’t matter,
And, especially, when it does.

Be, as a noun, resides, world.
Being, as a verb, and a noun,
Sees such pain, it resounds
Beyond any beyond.

Thank you, for reviving
The thoughts of my soul, world.
Even when I don’t matter,
And, especially, when I do.

Being me is a verb, world, and
A noun, being as in seeing.
Seeing pain, it compounds
Beyond any beyond…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/7/06