beware the loose reality of pop-up toasters
reality is carelessly knit together
in the pre-dawn twilight -
words and the things they mean
are pulled and stretched
like an old sweater -
the moonlight shines through the gaps.
reason rules the day,
but its grip on the pommel of knowing loosens
once the sun unhitches his chariot
and stables his horses
and sits down at his great marble table
to dine on wine and figs.
in the night there is no one god
from whom truth radiates -
there is a cacophony of order,
a cornucopia of law.
take your pick, if you can -
find that you can leap comets and
exchange research notes with dolphins.
however, I hope that pop-up toasters
and other household appliances
do not pursue you
in a house without doors - but if they do,
just keep running until you hear
reality is carelessly knit together
in the pre-dawn twilight -
words and the things they mean
are pulled and stretched
like an old sweater -
the moonlight shines through the gaps.
reason rules the day,
but its grip on the pommel of knowing loosens
once the sun unhitches his chariot
and stables his horses
and sits down at his great marble table
to dine on wine and figs.
in the night there is no one god
from whom truth radiates -
there is a cacophony of order,
a cornucopia of law.
take your pick, if you can -
find that you can leap comets and
exchange research notes with dolphins.
however, I hope that pop-up toasters
and other household appliances
do not pursue you
in a house without doors - but if they do,
just keep running until you hear
the snort of horses
and the clop of hooves
against the sky.
against the sky.
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