Theorems of Reason
Hello to the theorems of reason, hidden
For so many years. How good to see them
Ready already to make trouble,
Bounce against the wall of each belief, level
Their aim at anything they mean to conquer.
Do you think you’ll escape their rancor,
Or have you been practicing so hard
Nothing they say can cancel your parade?
Steel yourself for the next charade,
Contortions, clichés, incoherent banter,
Ideas betrayed, failing to pay rent or
Sell themselves on an open market: bubble
After bubble iridescent over rubble
Only the gold of the moon may redeem.
In a Valley
Grief freely flowing,
Like water down a mountain
From a glacier feeding
A brook snow-bound,
Like song unbroken.
Blood in a channel going
Back to a heart borne back
To the heart of a mountain,
Back to the bank, to the bed.
