The tug of the other shore
Had stretched me thin
And I carried the weight of industry home
From the higher planes of cognizance
Fleshing along the stagnant reeds
In a veil of minimalism
Induced by an excess of waste
As the western prestige
In aspiration
Had shipped the fronts of globalized affairs to the east
Where reason became a binary code
Foreign to the western enlightenment
Now having learned to let go
And settle in ambiguity
Always waiting to see what unfolds
It was August on the western front
And the other shore had stolen away
Dreams became as evasive
As those Himalayan mountain summits
The intellect longs to dwell upon
If only for a moment of purity
If only for a sharper decay
That fed the soul with a simplicity
Such the withering of the body
In chemical trace
Could be held in disregard
Insofar as the perpetuation of things
Drove the division of sides
Offshore we speak in tongues
Discarding of the record
Lives on paper undone
And there was a wedge ’tween the parts we played
And the weight of industry had settled it in
But by force of reason
We cut through the haze
And we were casting the division of the spirit
Out to a sea whose waves
Danced with uncertainty but still in confidence
Yes we were forcing the closure of the dialectic
To carry on a reason
Dear to our traditions
And the world was losing its mind
It was beautiful to watch
From off the shore
All the lovely people
Swaying on the banks of the sea
The crowd an asset of some financier
Skewering humanity
And a steep slope to climb indeed
With such weight to thick the air
The beauty fell silent in the music
Rest in peace my ineffable
I’d tried so hard to reach you
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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