Window Gazing

Raising your vision

to survey the ascent of man,

the blocked-up struct

of human accomplishment,

would you look to the Left ?

Notice that bird of paradise

perching, gazing expectantly

into some ancient 

Tree of Knowledge?

. . . Searching for the answer,

maybe some 

Edenic narrative

to inspire and instruct mankind . . .

or conversely, 

some Hegelian dialect

to direct us toward 

proletariat  paradise?

 

Or would you shift your attention

to the other side, the Right side

of that shuttered-up bay . . .

we notice human endeavor,

 catching sight of that

catty predator who lurks

to pounce upon us

to take control of us

by catnip pharmakia, or

aphrodesiac spell, or

if push comes to shove,

brutal raw violent power?!

. . . 

Either way you look at it 

will you descend into the darkness of 

merely human wishful thinking?

toward indeterminable destiny,

the luck of the draw or,

To recall an old song:

Clowns to the left of me,

Jokers to the right, here  I am

stuck in the middle with you.

But but but. . .  is that all there is?!

in the nether regions of the deep

in the dark boarded-up thanatos of

human endeavor we

find, ‘zounds!, the worst fate of all:

to be shuttered,

boarded up, abandoned

in the lower regions of the world

never again to be noticed

by the citizens of this world,

passersby. Damn!

Wait a minute. I remember someth . .

might be a time to

look up!

Selah!

Behold! 

I show you a mystery.

We shall not all sleep,

but we shall all be changed, 

in a moment, in the twinkling

of an eye. . . 

It could happen: a better world

up there somewhere.

Believe or Not!

Glass half-Full