Microcosm
Look at you, father.
Do you know how
beautiful
And awful you are?
Do you know the
Impact your smile has?
Do you know the
Force your touch has?
Do you know how
Do you know how
Deafening your silence
is?
Oh beautiful father, do you know
That your money is
waste,
And your job is
distance,
Your time is the
essence
of the meaning of
presence
And the heart of
meaning?
Your child, she
Is an expanding
universe.
She
Is a new world
revolving.
A new world?
And you are her sun
The principle of her
generation
The new light of
heaven
in a new creation.
Father, beauty
Is your heart at one
with kindness,
Beauty
Is your meaning
become silence
Your love become
touch
Your joy become
smile
Oneness with God in
spirit
And ugliness
Is your silence
divided in emptiness,
Your touch of hatred
and bruises,
Your smile
disingenuous,
The duality of
wickedness.
I enjoy your poetry, Bryce. Here, I consider the hypocrisy and, as you succinctly stated, duality of wickedness; versus the beauty and simplicity of goodness. This is what I take from this. And ... well, you know, Bryce.
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