Caught Myself Thinking

I value theology because without it, words wouldn’t exist. All writing is done to explain and what is there to explain more than the one who gave Thought; that denigrated dying old man.

I value speech that doesn’t produce a breath, whose style goes beyond a formal structure, but instead escapes the structure entirely.

I value the new, which is less dusty than the old; it is redesigned and relocated in a fresher lexicon, one that rests highest on the pile.

I value the road of the rational; otherwise I couldn’t follow the tunnel of the irrational, the sort of speech that doesn’t leave trances, but a vanishing cloud of guidance.

I value at most the Finitude, the lassitude it has brought us, but mainly because it is our only Truth, constantly reminding us that there is just so much time left.

I value not by the millions, or the thousands, nor by the hundreds; I value by the one, me: still pure by the silence of individuality.

I value the annihilated, since where else is there a more proper place to rebuild? Covered over by the layers of tar, it has never been more eager to be acknowledged.

I value morality; those laws are inscribed into our hearts, bubbling in wild contingents under the unpredictable circumstances of human affairs.

I value the Soul: the voice buried within me, justifying the indescribable, nearing at the pitch of a whisper, reassuring me that when I close my eyes I will still know my way.

However, what I value the most is the Self, sheltered inside our precious shells, only realizing the most important things about life at the edges of death. So true in adhering to those pathetic desires, in the dreams that still matter and wherein the inner child remains always laughing in those cracking lungs of symphonies.

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

I hope that the lack of reviews can be explained by the newness of this piece. I hope that's what it is. Cause words like this deserve to be read and often.

I catch myself thinking sometimes. Once in a while I find a coherent little something that makes its way into a poem or two. Mostly I just let my wanderings loose on the wind. Looking forward to reading more of your words another day.

[AK]

I value honest and personal writing that is offered without apology or motive. This is refreshing... thank you!

[Ed Hart]

I value the few like you...