Thursday, April 12, 2012
Perpetrating thought inside,
upon, and through the Universe
is fraught with the inevitable curse
of having chosen to think one thing,
not another. Two cognitions
fight like brother against brother:
fratricide is guaranteed: fear
turns into greed: blood is always spilt.
The survivor quickly dies of guilt.
Then other thoughts emerge
and drive themselves back to the verge
of the impossibility of coexistence.
But sometimes in the brief persistence
of a stand-off , thoughts will catch
each other’s eyes and for a moment
undergo the strange surprise
of shared uncertainty. They’ll take
an unaccustomed breather.
But that won’t last long either.