History
To say that we live
in prehistoric times
is no joke :
what is history
if not dead time
a past buried
in a chromatic wilderness
in which nothing
may be reversed
nothing achieved ?
A burnt match floating
in a greasy pool of rainwater
a hair on a pillow case
now lost beyond extinction
a lost lover who may be held
in the memory for only so long
before the breath fades
before the shifting sands
envelop every recollection
Be minimum
with your words
economic in your actions
resolve to move forward
to emerge from the tunnel
into the hurly-burly
of the present
write a new text of the world
full of warmth and affection :
the past is a scribble
of fret and fear and fate
that cannot be absolved
Make your world personal
exercise the courage
of your convictions
and adulterate nothing
Hers was a beauty
that time could not slay
an angel of reality
on the edge of night
my Morning Star
Be minimum
I will say no more
John Lyons