hypothetical beauty

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hypothetical beauty

If I were an instrument capable
of rendering beauty
in the wake of dissolution
would it matter?

I’m not sure.

why do I care?

because I do.

and plainly,
because I am needlessly alone.

(pardon this digression,
but the fact that any of us are here in this time together
is miraculous and should be celebrated. )

that said, perhaps my vessel is cracked,
my bones out of tune,
lungs too scarred
to manifest something divine
for the nourishment of your soul

*

but in the mirror’s reflection
swims an hourglass within the pupil of my eye
full of television static
black ants chasing white ones forever

why do I anticipate mending
something that gives no indication of health?
Is it not my role
to hang myself with a broken halo of confusion
watch something beautiful tear apart
wishing only to remedy?

One night I dreamt I lost the moon.
that night (for a dream-lifetime) I toiled in sleep,
inarticulately groping
for the machinery to rewind the night sky.

*

Here, now in wakefulness
I gather comfort in impermanence
on both sides of its meaning:
in good moments
this practice allows the patterned thoughts to evaporate

and within this space I am able to reflect
on the trivial nature
of our very real and important storylines.

but in a darker cast
I recognize the long view
where mole-hills
made into mountain-sides
become grains of sand
in one blink of a giant’s eye.

in the long view I wonder:
what will become of us?

 

 

copyright Jonathan Bond 2013

~ by 15wattLasVegas on February 28, 2013.

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