hypothetical beauty


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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