So like something I might have written.

belas bright ideas

What is this voluminous vibration jarring me
from deep slumber; scratch the veneer
and raw terror is unleashed unnameable,
reminding me of self imposed limitations
in a universe hardly vast enough to contain
what is termed consciousness,
Is there a plan, save for cracking open whirling holographic
Pandora’s boxes in a galaxy conceived of peripheries,
and to what purpose?

Call it what you will, mathematicians grasping, grasping
in the dusky corners of dawn, awakening minds amassing
formulae in a futile attempt to order what is glimpsed behind
the looking glass, smaller, larger, fractional, incalculable,
squinting at the shards of infinitude tapping tired neurons
on fringes of an exhausted awareness, quicksilver concepts
that vanish with indomitable proximity;

Beyond the confines of socially imposed self recrimination
and edifices of faith meant to ensure order if not perpetuation
of gods we humans can conceive of, lies, like the infant saint
in his cradle…

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About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on December 22, 2015, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. A great share from Bela Ben…

    Hope all is well.. Sending thoughts your way this Christmas time

    Hugs Sue

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