Ode for Reality

Man moves in his circle and is silent, graces his days

With bunting, buries his love in a landslide

Of sleeping, awakes to put prayer on the hooves of hours

And falters. Goes straight to the door of the simpering

demon.

Remote above history, worships a god whose nature is wild

Changeful and symmetrical, be it woman or father. O

Florescent meadows have been crossed on seeing chariots

Behind the white horses of hope, one wrought like a man.

Love is infinite, a saying ruled wise on the edge of the teeth

The boy beats the pillow and gives in, the gaping girl

submits

There was a torture practised while outside the loud parade

Made innocent stamping music: it was a hot nude fable

And the hero is no longer free, but harness-hampered.

Woman thrives like a flower between rocks, immortal of hair

Only exacting the tribute, the form of the faithless angel.

Tomorrow the child bats its eyes at the forgotten incident.

Traveling the mundane reaches of space, man is whole

In a twist of the mind, a fillip of fancy: the hollow brain

Fitting the created draughtsmanship, the tabulated turns

And the sweetest one is locked there: the easy bridegroom

Mothers are frantic, are hit, immolated to exile

And mighty in milk, sisters are sick shadows or roses

One dare not touch. All must be beaten from the brain but

The beauty that enters like the heroine of a bad play.

Like grapes that hang from the mysterious skies, war's death

Sucked by all! War flings creator on creator for nothing

Peace comes on waves, and men pity each other at violence

Of having peace like a grave, war like a bawling birth, and

Have I lost my chance of happiness because of this? Because

The brain freezes toward midnight, writes poetry toward

dawn |

Thinks of love as an element? The matinée-idol is helpless

Hands move on his name, rhythmically remove the ink

Man meets man. And mind embraces mind on the platform

Before the public. Even the cafeteria is public enough

And warmth of the idea next to warmth of the idea

Blossoms. The rich juice enters a limitless being