Magnificent Indifference

Magnificent indifference
flirts with the inert –

subverts it into cosmos –
blurts a grand expulsion –:

blasting hydrogen
and helium into the spiel
of us, and New York City,
on a rush hour bus –

whose harrowing exactitudes
and beauties of amoral strife
reflect, exactly everywhere,
experience of life:

scraped of every sentimental

sense – always only ever
hovering above
a precipice.

You know no closer
way to fathom genesis:
its strange audacity –
its grope.

Dispassionately unattached,
magnificent indifference
begins to look
like hope.






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