#305 Embers

A flaming fire has beauty of its own

that Man’s cold fingers can’t claim to possess.

Science’s  flick’ring myst’ry can’t condone,

the lusts which young boys and girls can’t confess,

For youth has innocence that’s once consumed,

by embers which of flames are memory,

that make combustion from fresh air resumed,

Insane reality to fantasy:

The flame, the heat, the smoke, the noise, the light,

the mind , the heart, the breath,  the song, the soul,

crackle with an incandescent might,

sparkle with a reckless cruel control.

            Yes, fire marches with a slow surprise, 

            I sigh when I see burning in your eyes.

By David Billings © All Rights Reserved 2012

#310 The Discussion

What is this state Men call “Insanity”?

What men amongst us show us that they’re sane?

How can mere flesh conceive reality?

The three pounds of hamburg we call a “brain”

Is just a thin veneer above the beasts,

lowlier by far than angels pure,

So are our lucid claims just poor conceit?

And of our wisdoms how can we be sure?

To some the answer’s biological

while others turn to their theologies

yet our emotions are not logical,

such is the study of psychology.

            Such questions challenge our sobriety.

            Our answers define our society.

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