Back to basics

When the pain of the Other is put at par with
The countless permutations of other indulgences,

The uppity stakes in wholesome and not so
Wholesome tidbits, that must mean life, mustn’t it?

The injustice is obvious and you must get back to
The basics of how to count and what to value.

When the tiniest of tiny voices is easy to
Smudge over with the many many notes of

High fidelity, varying in scale and tenor of
Stupendous volume, that must mean life, mustn’t it?

The injustice is obvious and you must get back to
The 123’s of how to count and the abc’s of what to value.

And the gate opens

And  the gate opens, it brings with it goblets and
Greetings. It swings open in three dimensions

Chalking out the outlines of a fourth. The rebel
Is soothed, the cunning denied its due course.

Time is reconstructed anew with no thought for
Cathedral building, giving minarets the short shrift.