My newspaper tells me
90% of the universe is unaccounted for
missing
perhaps that is where you are
lost in some obscure mathematical equation
an X or maybe a Y.
………..
I am refining my calculations.
cleaning my telescope’s lens.
repainting my ceiling.
I’m inventing a new alphabet
where words travel faster
than the speed of sound
2
where nothing’s missing
Bcuz everything’s been said
B4.
I cannot help myself but you are the best in a love lyric..
George,
You are confirming my thesis — that underneath so much, so many sheaves and leaves of paper, a poet is the barometer of love. Be that in Joy or Despair. I guess love is a means by which the poet can deal with the existential state we all in clarity would find ourselves. That angst for completion that can never be completed.
Shakespeare was a poet of love — his sonnets reflect love’s light.
So too even the roughest of modern poets. If you ever get a chance, read some of the essays of Kazantzakis. He’s more or less with me on this too….
And also, we can say that love is everything! So there is a lot of ground to cover.
I will get it.