I wrote this as a paean to Allen Ginsberg and his marvellous Howl. It was after a night spent outside under the stars. It always seemed to me that you connect to the cosmos when exposed to the entire panoply of stars. The sky is full.
Inside your home the ceiling gets in the way of the universe! I want to be connected!
Magnetic Rain Points
We are the damned
Risking sanity.
Whose tears roll down the street like magnetic rain
Pointing to the centre of oblivion
Joining with the unknown.
Free.
No terraced employment
With endless ceilings
To mask the shooting stars
That bring luck to eternity.
Giggling and starving
In cold tenement fields
Seeking illumination in daylight.
Who see the pointless farce of religion
And lie of society
Arraigned against the possibility of meaning.
Who have no fear of fun;
For fun is not evil.
Mindlessness is evil
As destruction and bigotry are evil.
For fun can be holy.
As compassion comes from understanding.
Who always avoid the words,
And read between and around the words,
Cry tears for the oppressed
And construct poems to wake us all up;
Who seek holy fun and experience.
Whose security is madness.
Who sacrifice comfort and sanctuary
For wonder, awe
And danger.
Who want to live!
Opher 2.5.01
Hey guys – keep up the great work! Cheers Opher