Between Two Pillars: Within and Of, Against a Constant Same

Within and Of, Against a Constant Same

Master glass blower
Could you make me a Klein bottle?
The technique I need not know, so I won’t ask
I just need a reminder
That the impossible is an assumption
For tonight I must stray from what’s taught as fact

Tribulations of tradition
Fixate on the dying star
The flow of change is perpetuation but they dam it, damn it all
Now the lake’s filling with silt
Killing the heart to preserve the guard

The double-edged sword
That is every motivation
I’ve no patience now to court each edge in flame
The benefit of the doubt
Is not to wallow in one’s hesitation
Though unquestioned do I nurse some secret shame?

Tribulations of tradition
Fixate on the dying star
Like solar flares in the night, hungry bodies abandon ship
But for the water or the fall
Do I tonight cling to your hip?

In the covered bridge
I fall to my knees at the midpoint
I crossed my heart but can I cross my blood?
Either side I choose I’m losing
Then I look at my Klein bottle
The irony of it all strikes me... as the dam breaks

Tribulations of tradition
Fixate on the dying star
The old and lonely claim authority in the holy rules of love
And if they do speak for a god
Then in many ways their god seems young




February 21, 2006