Beyond Emerald City... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Free from the dreads of mortality,
exempt from a balance of power,
dogmatic in their own private Oz,
though illogical...except to themselves.
And within their chimerical mind
they can be anyone they desire to be,
Kings and Queens in their own special world,
or themselves, upon lucid waves tapping,
or wished as their penny touched the Well,
when cognizance of time and pulse,
were atune to the abstract as well as the normal.

They harbour their smiles in a space far away
that we only see, through nebulous eye's.
They are disconnected from consequence,
never having to swallow the acrid backwash
of defeat, shame, regret or sorrow.
Dogmatic in their warm silent world,
a dimension of mute creation,
an ambience of colors in movement
prismatic...in their own Emerald City.
King's and Queen's of a magic kingdom.

And because we can only see it from Kansas,
we tend to pity the forthcoming Twister-
that we assume is rankling their Minds,
when in fact, it is we
that be sucked in this Vortex of pathos.
Silly fools we are,
as except for Alex Garland,
who else could experience Utopia...
before their arrival.




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