WALL

A wall
must wall off
Something.
If Nothing,
Why a wall?
Common sense
Must disallow
Nothing there
At all.
When I cannot
See around,
Beyond, or through
A blank,
I’m more alive
Than ever,
With curiosity
To thank.
Then my
Imagination leaps,
And Fancy’s
Magic skills
Landscape that
Barren Nothing
With meadows,
Trees, and hills
More beautiful
And finer far
Than these
I now can see,
Exercising,
As I’m able,
My full humanity.
Fancy’s treasures
Are not gifted
To fust in us
Unused.
To imagine
Nothing-there-at-all
Is thoughtfulness
Abused.
A DEAD END
Is Satanic,
Imagination’s way
Of sinning.
When coming
Dead against
A wall,
Think it a
DEAD BEGINNING.
For every wall
Resides in Time,
And Time provides
Us leisure
To gauge its
Height, and length,
And width,
And finally take
Its measure.
So Mother EVE
Did measure bravely...
Although it was
Forbidden...
And broke
The bonds
Of Infancy
To breach
The Walls of Eden.
A female soul
Propelled her!
Though God
Threatened
THANATOS,
She harkened
To an inner voice,
The urge to life,
EROS.
Then larger Life
Was opened to her,
But in retrospect
We see
The adulthood
She won for us
Is just more infancy...
And another Wall
To block us
With grief and
Tears and loss,
More Nothingness
Abysmal,
More threatened
THANATOS.
So Mother Eve’s
Imagination
We must call
Upon again,
Either in the
Female
Or the Hearts
Of balanced Men.
No wall
Can deny us
Have we such a Heart,
Each wall,
another challenge,
THANATOS,
Another start.
God put NOTHING
In the balance
And found BEING’s
Claim the best.
Then He gave
His Being
Direction,
Time’s arrow
Pointing West...
Where Eve puts up
Her tinted Walls,
And all the nights
Are Gates,
A simple Dream
The passage,
And BEING’s
New Dawn
Awaits.