What if your vision is wrong?
The first impulse I have is to write a light song
Gilbert and Sullivan-like
“What if your vision is wrong
I’ll write it down in a song
Of road strangulation
and greedy-soaked nations
and ceding the world
to King Kong”
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Sure well I could but
I do not have the Latin
for the judging
or accent
for the positive
or whatever else is needed
to deal with whoever I may be
now
then
or when
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Nothing in my life
has been more fixed
than my sense
of how out-of-kilter
this world is
And nothing I’ve declared
has been so passed over
and so done with
than my ideas on the subject
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A while back
I wrote a book called
“The Visionary”
and tried yet another expression
It sits with other texts
inviting some perusal
sans hype other than this
which to me is
the equivalent
of shouting from the rooftops
Speculative fiction is my way
of allowing for a weird sort of
self-revelation
It matters not
Everything is as it is
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Today a pigeon on my ledge
is compensation
for dreaming anything
or dreaming what
I surmise is correct
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The pigeon knows
for sure
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Would we all have
pigeon consciousness
