ABSOLUTE”

Nothing is able to compete with something

Although it can make a duet

Expedient for miles of fluff

But for hell’s aroma of soot

Excellent in armored guilt

Belligerent in silken rainwear

No king too strong nor, queen so week

As to legitimize a son of organic prose

Found your broken dreams on tour of duty

Here and there you loss is discovered

Beyond broken wishes of grandeur

No doubt to all in prayer

Shortened of life but gaudy in death

All we need is fruitless abstinence

By our standard not in pieces

But in all-powerful chagrin

An awful glance of derision

Blown up to tremendous proportion

Expects no authority to cancel plans

How to retain one’s sanity is the problem—

In this escapist atmosphere

Worn to the nub of an axle’s strength

All reduced to trashy birth

Rise again, you experts in curiosity

If for no other reason than to herald a new world

    ?FROM WHENCE COMETH?