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LET SOFTNESS ENDURE
LET SOFTNESS ENDURE
The soft leaps of a cat engender so many kills;
My poetry is couched with soft slaughters. Knife
Wielders are made by God as are tender poets.
The blind Ray Charles was sensitive to sound; he
Could hear a hummingbird flap its wings from afar;
Such is the pain of those attuned to crushed life.
Life is a river with such a powerful torrent; it gives
So much but trying to hold on to the twig of reason
Is like trying to reform our desires over waterfalls.
It’s O.K if we are assailed by powerful currents; I
Understand that the boats keel must cut through the
Most difficult water. The casualty is a broken heart.
My affectations ended up as an engorgement of an ogre;
It is O.K. to love a beast if one is willing to sacrifice. We
All end up with a belly full of the flesh of some kill.
The regent of this world somehow condemns all of us
To death. Chamber music often testifies to this. Its
Notes all end up submerged in the cold Atlantic ocean.
During my sullen years I often called out to Beethoven.
Like him, I clung on to the twig of reason believing
Somehow that unrequited love would somehow relive.
For sensitives it is always the same ole story; the clinging
To something is only an addendum to a funeral dirge. Let
Nature kill what it will so softness can endure as a consequence.
