In the House of the RIddle Mother-poems to raise your serotonin level? self-published circa 1996

Approximate Self


Approximate self hears voices within
just like you
answers each in turn
with songs of heavy submission
in nights of storms
of unexpurgated emotion

Approximate self searches for creator
just like you
calling into The Void
crying into The Night
with songs of plaintive dedication
to memories
of beads and clay

Approximate self dances in Darkness
just like you
praising creators
raising crops
celebrating life
finding a release of ancient energy

Approximate self found only in loss
just like you
shaking
sweating
shrieking
torn apart, torn down, torn away
separating elemental partitions
encountering its flesh

Fiat Lux

Approximate self listens to Music
just like you
impeded by cheap wine
cheaper talk
shhh!
hear birdsong blasting
intimate concentration within
without objective reasoning
separating out
extraneous
disharmonious shale

Approximate self wakes in morning
just like you
rock hard reality smashes myth
eluding pretension
present tense prevailing
avoiding questions deftly

Approximate self searches for Other
just like you
seeking consensual validation
telephone hours race airborne printout
retinal identification
birthright consideration

Approximate self slits its own throat
just like you
rejecting honesty
painting with false brushes
creating fake impressions
cheapening intimacy
soiling understanding
fails in impurity

Carpe Diem