A classic dialogue on a concept,
a balance between paradoxical
antinomies; the disintegration
of order into chaos,
connecting together the paradox of life,
representing time and the imagination,
weathered and broken, crumbling rock.
Objects from the past are still present
in the future because they represent
generations of people.
The blade was a gift forged.
An object unspotted by the centuries.
An emblem of innocence
despite hundreds of years.
Semi-mystical; the varying ways
in which time has existed.
The Tower commands us to set our mind
upon the stairs to heaven, gaze upon the stars,
immerse in commanding the body
where thought is done, this quarter
for contemplation; leave behind
pleasures and desires
as if a conversation with the self
is whispering pestilent commands.
The blade derides past its prime,
obsessed with symbols
of the crime of death and birth.
It is of a phallus;
the purity and metaphor,
An apathetic conclusion emphasizes
resolution and solution; uniting
the rhetoric simply alludes
to something worthwhile.
Rhetoric of a more positive nature,
or decisively ambivalent, to be content to.
Nature being grounded in the world
between the poet and his goal
by inverting the narration of the mind;
the phallic blade image.
The quarter implicates the metaphor
pervading and infecting
despite the intangibility of its existence.
Creator and consciousness;
desire, emotion and sexual prowess
negate existence, hindering
a self-created barrier between immersion in,
and immersion in the world of things.
The separation is merely dialectical;
a self-reflective mood adopts a tone
like that of a meditative, forgiving narrator.
By way of language, marriage through language.
June 3, 2009 at 8:19AM