Fortunately there is an easy (and better*) alternative.
Unendingly we puzzle and wrestle
To make some kind of a sense of
This motley old world of ours
This mad higgledy-piggledy mishmash
Of ecstasy and misery, joy and pain
On-off light and dark, good and evil
Why oh why oh why, we wonder
Does whoever created such beauty
Permit also ugliness, such cruelty?
What stories and parables we devise
Telling of gods and devils locked tight
In pitched battle until we know not when
After some time looking into the case
Internally as well as beyond these eyes
Decided we see projection, in both senses
The dualistic dual played out in the world
Actually takes place within our own minds
No matter why we may find ourselves here
Ours is the awesome power and free will
That is our inheritance and our birthright
And also therefore ours the responsibility
JET PLANE WARBIRDS
Splitting our quiet skies
Oh when will you return home?
Be gone, fey daughters of mad Zeus
Be done with twirling your bloody fingers
Fondling their hard-won garlands demanded
And then – oh but of course – soon discarded
Gladiators meet, mete out death, make meat
Reborn as gliadioli – erect, sword-shaped
Leaves and spikes of flowers – overblown
In a superfluity of colour, so over fulsome
Be gone, be gone, we beseech thee
Leave us in peace, in peace
In blessed peace
He plays the queen of hearts
She moves her castle – Check
Though she has a queen too
They play two different games
No such thing as a free lunch
Google … Predator
NOT A CAR BUT A VISION
Antara her name she told me.
Sanskrit, with a literal meaning:
“In the middle; in between; within”.
Quietly manifesting this current skin
Magnificent? That and then some!