Emersonain Physic
Beautiful, without doubt, yet even Pythagoras
was misunderstood
our own rejected thoughts shall be fables
yet
foolish consistency breathes no prayer, has no invention
virtue is virtue, is it so bad then, to be misunderstood
ashamed of that divine each of us represents
tell me what you know.
God of the cannibals, finish each day and be done with it
fill the hour
boil at different degrees
do what you are afraid ‘to do'
jealous mistress, nonconformist, pure and wise spirit
you shall begin as a conflagration
broken out, eating us up
and will eventually die of civilization
in a biography necessary to someone mothers made
a hundred years hence
yet the reward of the thing startled us,
so we counted our spoons, chanting the beauty of the good
and beside me
the Stern Fact that I fled from was misunderstood.