THE MAN CAME AROUND

No leads

Origins debated

He’s gone mongering

dispatching seeds

of orphaned glossaries

The journey to retrieve

implies the legend

His echo must be filtered

The seeker is the sifter

Destination blues

simmer and infuse

the journey with docility

He wants to be found

and we counter with

the indignity

of debatable discovery

 

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AN EXERCISE IN NAME-DROPPING

There are seekers I am eager

to recruit

say

Dante

No romanticism

even

in his romantic

love

People ate

each other’s heads

where he went

Not the good one either

Dante found

that place

The intestines of the goaded

blowfish

of mortal fear

Maybe Milton

was aspiring

to numb that fear

in the distribution

of all his cool lines

Was it all a code

or was he the sheep

on a lycanthropic trip

barricading all humans

even their most Deadheaded

hippies

from the best of both

spiritual worlds

Every spiritual feeling

is a choice

Your respective Devil

is a choice

What is promising

is the noble notion

Milton may be right

and the karmic scales even out

But the seekers I intend to draft

are dividers who can rock divisiveness

like Live-Aid

galvanized our instincts for unity

Make me live on the suspense

of a choice and consequence

and I’ll be more tempted

than I care to admit

to be mindful

of a wrong and right answer

 

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