The Echo of the Highest Peak
We’ve been in the burning frost
of the highest peak to unlock
the open secrets, and to leave
the sweet sorrow. In my upward fall,
I told that imperfect evilness,
‘I want nothin’ more and ne’er again.’
I hung the immaculate word in that
eloquent quietness. I hung
the quietness in the air. I found
its own sense and the opposite.
The word and the quietness
were like the hole and the star.
In that spiritual freezer burning,
I found the insomniac dreams
of my destiny and the eerie
illusions of my twisted fate.
You made them become numb
feelings and vice versa much more
than a lyric song becomes musical
sounds to form a lyric song again.
In that magic realism, my silent scream
was moved into its echo to become
deafening silence forever. Fairly obvious,
the down climbing evilness echoed,
‘I want nothin’ more and ne’er again,
nothin’ more and ne’er again.’
The Object of Love
Love is not
what we are calling an object.
Yet, it is still an object.
It has functions & variables.
It is so fundamental
in the sense
and builds peace.
Missing love is a suffering lion –
in the absence of The Lord.
Love needs shapes
to express itself –
wide, heavy words.
Sometimes, it continues
beyond the limits
in searching for happiness.
Maybe happiness is
a Bentham’s principle,
but not an extended illusion
in a dream-
pleasures, pains, sexuality, morality.
It is hedonistic when it doesn’t let us
realize what we ought to do
in order to be
what we need to be.
Love is an object
needing a language
to scream for freedom,
that kind of freedom giving
It is so ontic in the hands
and makes us be children again-