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A Knowing Look

                                         — to me and mine
                                             (without taking anything away
                                             from you and yours)


How can you say “You can't do that”
when you don't know what I'm doing?

I am a Protean poet of variable form,
of italics and em-dashes,
of thinking and telling, juxtaposition,
profound sound and unexpected words.
I remain idle so that I can be productive.
Beauty is the edge of truth. So sharp.

Fascinated by my rediscoveries,
seriously amused, parsing aphoristic
rhetoric, striving to reveal more truth
to myself, to assemble more beauty,
to unseal more mystery, turning salt
into a pillar of wife.

Would I have been during one of the beginnings
a daring taster of unknowns, self-loyal, though
expendable to the huddling crowd destined to breed?

Evolution doesn't have a goal,
but it favors functional arrangements
in a self-fulfilling tendency.

Don't belong to;
participate in.

If I were less wrong
would I be recognized
more or less?

We are always withdrawing from far more than we focus on;
we perceive through our tenderness, our vulnerability.

Frustrated by unreliable mechanisms, I acknowledge a conviction
shared with those I detest, those who palaver against the foxfire,
dripping with chrism, that the way cannot be found without the word.

Do automata suffer or just wear down?
Does the hypothesis free or enslave?
Does it require morbid avoidance of the undesired?

With limited external data, our brains create illusions
depicting what's out there; we only know our illusions;
when we feel we love the world, we are actually loving ourselves.

I'm singing.
I'm not making a sound.

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.