Gravitational Pull

I center myself from within Toward the gravitational pull of the Ibis Toward the whiteness that I wish to wear Away from the darkness of despair. I am suspended from within. Suspended between the nothingness The nothingness between the evil and the right The nothingness between the darkness and the light. My lefthandness leading to my right To a possession of my memory not just for reminiscence But for wisdom and the sacred knowledge Of Theuth and of all the Earth. I do not want to be hearer of nothing I desire a reputation of understanding And care not for the approval or disapproval Of those of forgetfullness and Thebes who know not of the Ibis. (January 7, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved