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Poetry of Issue #5
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Mercy, For Robert
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Kyrie! Kyrie! Kyrie!
you euthanized
the cow and buried her
after helping
to deliver her calf
what can I say?
The dogs I've put down
have gone that way --dignity
in submission,
the openness
of their hearts
intact
whoever bears witness
to this becomes it
the real meaning
of the sacrament is clear
one must become
the blood and body
of the animal
we harbor
and harbors us
Cow-eyed Hathor
mother of light
spanned
the Egyptian heavens
the sun's rays
from her udder
illuminating
her message
devotion
and renewal
from her udderance
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You are the shaman
You bring things into the world
You see them out
You are a container for the tears
in things
observer of the seen
and unseen
there is only this
what requires we reacquaint ourselves
with the world
what we saw from the inside out
to see again from the outside in
and then from all sides
at once
nothing matters more
than midwifing life
nourishment
and succor
the foals you introduce
to the milk
lay the tooth mother
to rest
good to be a part
of what needs
no further telling
to honor
one who
draws from the well
of insufficiency
as though it were
full
and so we shall do
for you what
we can
prepare your room
and welcome
you home
Paul Pines__
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Homage to the Horseman
At times I find myself unannounced embraces me like a lover finds me where full-voiced in grief |
The Pharmakon, For Max Blagg
You are well fitted into the world,
you have earned your place,
and know how to conduct yourself with grace,
and for that I feel the gods will give you favor.
Love, Max
Jung spent his middle years
like Dante exploring
the underworld
to answer as closely
as imagination
would allow
the "decisive question"
are we related
or not
to something
infinite
If ever there were an initiation
to such a world
it's this one I enter
infused with chemicals
that are both cure and poison
pharmakon does both to me
at the same time
a rabbit hole
I fall through
a world where the borders
of worlds dissolve
but curiously not as expected
filled with the fear of death
a walk through the valley
of the shadow
I am David
without sling or kingdom
or certainty I might
think my way
out of this condition
but find myself entangled in
invisible roots of what
is unknowable
that combine
to form structures more quickly
than I can hold on to them
am forced to let go
stare for the first time
into absolute
absence
everything
that held the world together
swallowed by
that faceless face
abandonment
until it seems
I have no choice but to embrace it
decipher its message
nothing else to do on the way
to a destination which
has always been the center
of a circle squared
suddenly realize
just how important it is
I fall in love
with whatever
I find there
Paul Pines__
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Museum of The Infinite, To Douglas
The museum of which you speak
Douglas has no vanishing point
everything in the open
no hide and seek
for what explains
our journey
between meaning
and menace
like the God Particle
that links mind to
matter
our universe one
of many nested in
a regressus
of black holes
ends where mortality
ceases to burden
the human heart
I want to stroll this museum
with you old friend
as if we'd been here all along
watch the corridors of our
assumptions
dissolve
around portraits
hanging in plain sight
without walls
or frames
Paul Pines__
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