Parry and Repost

Some things you don’t believe.
Metaphysics – drab humor in the blood.
When people say they hurt.
“I’m upset” “I’m (stutter stutter) I’m lost”
Vexed.
When people lose it – its not just the uncanny composure.

A daydreamer sharpens his tools all day and night.
They fill the room.
Steel edge and point all about,
Waiting for him to sleep.

Look, that man is falling.
Why doesn’t he weep with originality?
Can’t he see his face and fervor is trite?
The wailing makes me embarrassed it’s so contrived.
I don’t want to hear him call for his mother.

Let go, Let go – from the eastern monks.
Embrace, embrace – from the super-hero Occident.
Calling when they see the tears are wet.

You don’t know until you are the real son,
About whom all the books begin.
They are just the ones who parry and repost
With such an unbelievable cry and whisper –
Father, Mother.


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