I stand on a high rock
Carved by the ocean’s waves and ocean’s breath.
Light spitter spatters over the water
And a knife of brine slices my nose.
The wave’s dash
Over the headland rocks, into the tidal pools,
A power I’ve nowhere else glimpsed
Slamming and twisting and turning and smashing.
In their movement there is stillness
For theirs is a pattern of necessity
Theirs is a repetition perpetual
In ever flux, never change.
Ever with a foot
In a world beyond these necessities.
And another caught in the changeless motion
Human human human
This thought as much a scream
“Do we expect
or the common ruin
Of the contending classes?”
Will my flesh burn
In cybernetic pyre ascending digital heavens
Or nuclear fire descending into dissolution
Will it grow old and rot upon the vine
Or will I die in our social war, old as agriculture
Into this gravity well of thoughts
Crashes a playful meteor,
Mixed ice heart, fire trail:
“Amuse yourself all you like with mental flight.
Like blood through arterial slash
Your longing pours out, red-hot and salty
It salt-poisons earth where nothing
(Not ancient oak, not brief unhealthy sedge)
Was even possible.
Ahh how you long! How you long!
Like fire burning into a warm sympathetic void,
Without hope of consummation or tinder.
Which of us wants for an unbroken world
Whilst drunk on the wine of a queer loneliness.”
Such an ill mannered brain
Now where were your grand thoughts