Not a Mystery
It's no mystery
the tools
the engineering
just the understanding
of forces
the way
Robert Frost walks
a neighboring wall *
raising
fell'd stones
to reverse gravity
That's all we do
all the time
reverse gravity
The poem's talk
of commons too
beside the futile labor
It's just math
in
simple terms
a simple truth
that governs
and love
which
lifts no stony hope for sinners
. no neighbor to argue their side
as
night's legions
never bare children
and silence
has no say
Only math
Just math
where
radii might
transit a point
Not love
Just gravity
and
death
YOUR death
Just to die
or die just
My mother died
A law governs
but love
with no measure
no rule confounds
to see
beyond our waking
the proverbial heart
not physiologos
. transectal
. geocromes
. that strike the minus
( a kind of understanding )
but love's
transgenomes unbinding
in
space
. time
form
in
exhalations capitulation
' heart throws
the strike-line
beyond
star's intransigence
stands-in
for an absent moon
and
sketches out
the ashen eye's refrain
where
the rule of
. no command
. commands
. no thing
as
line &
light &
labor
fail
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* Ref: "Mending Wall" by Robert Frost
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/44266
Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2017
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