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The Madness of Clare,
The Madness of Blake




As simple as possible,
but no more.
As complex as necessary,
but no more.
Sober trivialities fuel our engines
and we hum hum hum
in imperfect and futile harmonies.

The war between
those who believed the world
three-of-five parts unseen
and those who thought it
five-of-five parts unknown
(the entirety of the known bit
being so slight as to fit
within an error of rounding).

The ornate and desperate musings, the longings,
the dissolution of clarity, the dissipation of fealties,
the tawdry imprecations, the relinquishing
of initial and tertiary hypotheses.
Humans have two powers:
to damn with love and
to damn without love.

I don't insist that you make the concession.
Only that if you make the concession,
you do it without reservation.
No one can survive knowing without playing.
But how much do we want to invest
in defending someone's right
to believe or behave irrationally?
Antirationally?

What is normal in one context is catastrophic
in another, or at least seems so.
If everything is true, at times,
and everything is false, at other times,
and sometimes at the same time,
then perhaps the most important thing
we can study is timing.

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