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FABRIC OF A UNIVERSE CERTAIN
1
THE ACCEPT
if we can accept
that an if concept
need not exist
that pain and hurt
.. no matter how we resist
will always persist
as a pre-requisite
for life to be truly felt
it would suggest
we shall no longer be distressed
by death
betrayal
not even by our own guilt
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2
THE IF CONCEPT
In the time of man’s innocence
And before he flirted with that tree
(of Knowledge !)
An ” if ” concept did not exist
It was introduced shortly after
- by Satan
Passed on to the Mortals
Just before
Blood was shed
For the very first time
On what we now know
As “Planet Earth”
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3
The First Dimension
In a space-time universe
Of absolute certainty
Which is glazed with profanity
Pain
Is the first dimension
But nothing hurts
A dead soul
As dimensions decay
In a black hole
Nothing hurts
When you switch off the sensor
Or cut off the cable
(Or stand above the table,
and act a happy dance!)
When nothing hurts
I will dream of the day
When once again
I can taste “some” pain
But in the world of black holes
Nothing returns
Eternity flirts
And nothing hurts
wn
© 1997
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The Eating
you adam: sinful, tortured foal,
only if you could remember,
but “if” i shall say or use, no more.
trees of mercy laid of wonder
stood a’round you bows low yet tall,
fruits of love hung ‘bove your hunger
for you and eve to feed your souls.
eve, had no hair, legs, or gender,
you, had no mouth, stomach or balls.
two spirits pure, with love created,
in perfection, by attention,
sadly had become conceited.
now that you have had to mention,
true, a tree, just one i pointed.
curious, you sure had a question:
why should this tree be neglected?
eat from this tree you’re doomed to die.
not the tree, it is the eating
a fruit of mud. now you ask why
not soul and body have a meeting?
your mind tells they must so you try.
and so what comes out of cheating?
:to earth you return, down you lie.
wn
© 1997
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4
: A Matter of Time :
Nothingham Central
of time …
matter was born
and in time
as mud and pain
would sadly rhyme
man was born
time :
what does it mean?
can measuring it,
forbid the obscene?
an illusion
of knowledge and precision
pretends that knowing
can stop the acquisition
denial.
see that arrow?
ride on that train
we meet at Nothingham Central
say goodbye at Nothingham green
a matter of time
before we get there
get lost if you dare
it will still find you exactly where :
it does
meanwhile,
a cue ball on a table
will sooner or later
return to status stable
as a hole finds it
wandering in low lands
hopelessly unable
to resist seduction of the ugly
hugging it down to the sands
wn
From the Anthology
Fabric of a Universe Certain
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