May 2 by The Running Son
A Union of Öpposites
as I did, then I stood.
Now I feel free to explain
in verse, firstly, that I value
these two facts: father heaven, and mother-earth.
Then, in a second,
when my baby asks in that particular dynamic
supplication of universal static,
“why are God and man
always at it?”
Inside I want to rise–
her essential personality shines through
and silently outside,
and now alone,
smoke in the lowering light, I tell her:
I have never seen and absorbed
together such complex purity, girl,
Simply put though, she knows there’s more.
As the light grows dim,
she knows I’m not through. So, I come back in.
Could I underestimate her less?
Mom always did know best,
but now she knows like they all do
this description begins, and ends,
of a being
but who may be coming too fast
to his end,
and whose broad and sacred journey
met up with him too fast, at a sharp bend.
And he is becoming dull, and profane,
and is sometimes just straight cruel–
No true victim of odd division,
or devil, up
and thrown down from out of heaven,
or even falsely accused.
But if I’m right girl, you always knew.
So tell me
what potential is there that this I,
the one between the two
of us, who ought to have known,
blind to what I always knew,
sitting down now,
feeling rightly low, can actually
process this goal,
somehow, in the one-spirit
of the many old human souls,
and find new divinity
multiplying thou by I, no more call
to sub-divide, you only in my eyes
and you only by my side
to create the
by Jim Aldrich