I have seen the blueprint for the
wondrous daffodil,
have
trod the well-worn path through the mountain pass
to
see the peaceful village of natives by the sea.
I
have seen the perimeter of now and all things familiar,
have
seen Newton’s apple fall into Einstein’s well.
Vanity,
vanity, all is vanity, says Qoheleth.
A
gyroscope spins inside my skull,
the
bones of which move like tectonic plates
farther
and farther away from each other.
Before
this continental drift can split me into epochs
and
declare that my nine innings have come and gone,
I
wish to see the Lady of the Lake in her watery abode.
to
pull a crystal city from a black hole
which
has swallowed the detritus of the universe
and
crushed it into something new, as an oyster makes a pearl.
Why
does the mushroom cap enable men to talk to God?
What’s
behind the Buddha’s smile, and where is Shangri-La?
I
wish to see reality stripped and standing nude.
Somewhere,
the ocean rolls over the edge of the world.
Flatland
surely exists, for possibility must everything include.
And
now that I have gotten these weighty matters off my chest,
I
hope you will dance with me before I turn to dust,
for
that eventuality, too, has remained beyond my grasp.
In
my undiscovered country, it most certainly is a must.
~William Hammett
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