Verisimilitude Versus Veracity

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Verisimilitude Versus Veracity

“We have done so much, for so long, with so little, now

we are qualified to do anything with nothing.”

--Konstantin Jirecek.

Regardless of our pitiful need to attempt

         control over chaos, we discover various guises

                    of antithesis at their duty stations reinforcing the

                             powerful parameters of personal white light within,

                    like capturing fireflies in a flesh Bell jar, like harnessing

          lethal U235 within the molecular skein of lead;

The omnipresent yelping Yahweh,

the reigning monarch of our universe within,    

acknowledges 

                                       the existence of opposing forces

                                  that assist in maintaining its axial status,

                           much like those invisible gravitational

                     bands of energy that prevent Earth from

             flying to pieces, & further allowing other planets

       in our universe to coexist, to share the space

while creating orbits, tides, balance & order.

We may believe

that if we can inhabit the eternal 

Now, we will

be free of

the antithetical, find peace with turbulence--but

what could be                                                                  further from the truth?

                   

                   Sure, we can manage living a lie

                   & actually be ignorant of its falseness,

                                 but the jack-booted storm troopers

                                 of spontaneous reckoning will march

                  into our sphere when least expected;

              we cannot successfully reside in a vacuum

         without a thorough understanding of the opposing

energies that allow it to happen.

          We are taught to live our lives, not

               toil in lethargic inactivity, spinning our appendages

                     statically in a home-grown quagmire.

                           Passion for living springs from need, fueled

                                 by depletion, misfortune, depression & 

                                          misguidance as we seem to notice

that which is broken

as we are propelled by

the

things that

still work, find

ourselves very attracted to

the sensual beauty of human form

while disregarding the darkness within its

heart, tend to honor the warriors who protect us

as we give less credibility to the pacifists among us that

advocate more peaceful paths; cursing at the complicated cloverleafs

that slow our volition, craving unrestricted spurts of speed

along sensuous straightaways.

Damn foolishness to some

is the breath of life to others;

for every tall person who feels superior

there are five more that just want to fit in;

deviate sexual behavior does not seem strange

to those who are drawn to it, seek it out;

listen to all voices in diverse Babel-tongues,

endeavoring to respect their views, but only

respond to those whose message resonates

with your own values.

Can there ever be

                 wisdom without ignorance,

                  beauty without ugliness,

                     hope without despair,

                     night without day,

                    clarity without distortion,

                   growth without sustenance,

                         joy without anguish,

             happiness without pain.

                  actions without consequences?

Hell, no--of course not,

so get a grip, because

unsolicited shit happens,

ready or not.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets MTB

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