Belonging To the Loved Ones

Why make a sound or noise or do anything to the page? Unison playing from polyphony, music evolves toward simplicity. Gould's assertion that complexity, NASA, is no more certain than a drunk in his city weaving, heaving his guts into the gutter; by any measure, evolution's favored bacteria. Therefore, the earliest poem taking joy in abundant crops and the lover's body, 2K B.C., followed by Yeats' Lapis Lazuli offers the completest hope to us, easily, for living this life without God's help or even probability's. We meet in the meeting house, argue and pray. We sit with the dead who gave their genes to whelp ourselves. Today, and then, the one question is What is the polity's interest in the private soul? Being free means belonging to the loved ones. O the individual, alone, cannot be whole. Governance evolves to democracy, man accepting sole responsibility for his thoughts, his wants, his words. Pure, vibratoless genes from a polyphony of wars.