The Perception of Nature


I can see you thirsting.
Your brain is in delirium
For a bit of clear air.
You need being and time.
Being and Time?
Being is time.
To be is to chime.
To rhyme is to be,
Or something like that,
So, you need time
And being needs you to be;
To see it, to feel it, to know,
In passing all the things by;
Sometimes as the fleeting wheels
Of pure sensation,
Sometimes as a long winded
Thread of conversation,
Sometimes as the fervent ways
Of religious conversion.

Truth coils itself
Like a spring, held down
Until at some point in time
It prises itself free
Quite inexplicably
Exploding with all the
Repressed passions of the ages
Turning to dust and debris
The layers in the masonry
Of common deceptions.
To be or not to be
Is a choice for the unborn.
To be true or to be false,
Is, by a solipsism,
The paradox of choice
For the already born,
The common buyer of time,
As the black and blue sphere
Turns and turns, alternating,
Unseen.

ROMA, 17 February 2019