Sunday, June 23, 2013

Reality Squared

Reality squared
       Impoverished beings that we are
Equals the square root of our hope
       That we are something more.

The truth we know rewrites itself
Disordered anew to resonate
With chaotic drift to landing place
The harbor of our souls to compensate
With golden coins of history
Stamped with human face of deity.

Reality squared
       To dust and ash our bodies revert
Equals the square root of our hope
       That we are . . .

That we are more than the cuneiform, 
papyrus, vellum, cloud drive of our words.


Posted at Poets United Poetry Pantry #155.