SYSTEMS

 

If you should not trust systems for they rule with fear

not love, fear would appear an epiphany of Hell

in the self, love Man’s highest emotion here,

where the dream of love meets the oldest fell...

to engender an aesthetic anti-system like the

old colours of the vowels in English you can

find pasta, tea, air, hair, loo-roll, clothes, water, that your ordinary

speech is surreal enough to qualify as an open-

air poem – quick get it down, get it down! -

your notes on hyper-vision echo in the air.

What wisdom you speak! Like Blake for the modern

ear… you remember when you had brains to spare?

For chatting in philosophy chat rooms all Night!

For writing in a secret, alchemical alphabet or not!