Reason's Acre

In lieu of musings

Upon the extradition of the soul

From the silence of Siberia

To a little death

Upon the far eastern shore

Avec toute

Madame Faith

A ballet à la philosophia

Wherein poetry reads like wine

As the evening moans in sunken eyes

And it comes time

To leave your vanity upon itself

And emerge

While the anecdotes of friends

Become mere whispers

On digital winds

Ever fainter

Mirroring concurrent e-motive

From the mourning bright and early

Where the new look to embrace

Is merely your own

Letting yourself softly

Through your own song

The truth of your existence

Having set yourself to work

And looking into your soul

To see where she takes

And where she gives a little more

Expand into yourself

And stand in isolation

From totality

The concept of a number

Becomes form

And triangular light points to rest

In an empty space

Beyond your existence

The cloudz sinking ever deeper

Through your intellect

And the very notion

All in your head

Ringing and ringing

Clear as a bell


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com