BEYOND THE NOOSPHERE
“How many times
do I have to tell you?”
the sea sang, reminding me
of Beethoven and Bach
and all the busy bees
building with stones of finitude
stairways of transcendence,
color, light, and line,
music, voice, and mind.
Bard of Avon ,
Belle of Amherst
exiled English poets
dead in Italy or Greece;
Chekov and Tchaikovsky,
singing the Russian song;
Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, Camus,
and all the Existentialists
who raked away the rotting leaves;
mystics and prophets,
Murchee, Fuller, deChardin,
and a long list of etceteras,
reaching toward
the next dimension,
dimaxion
of minimum fission,
maximum fusion,
a new humanity
of who knows what,
who knows when;
may take a millions years,
but what else
do we have to do?
February 29, 2008
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