Infinite Morning - Poem by Jan Hauck
A paranoid intensity, anxiety, the almost
Unbearable need to break out,
To rationalize joy like a birthday clown,
And I feel, I feel and I cannot think it away,
There is beauty around me.
I feel and see the majestic divinity of nature,
The creativity in me and around,
Life has through me, a human, developed
The ability to recognize itself, to enjoy itself
In a play of grotesque.
What is the meridian of life, the pinnacle
Of sanity? Can I still transform, merge,
Be a shapeshifter, a drifting plank today,
A wheel in the machine tomorrow?
Left to rust and rot.
Wake up, wake up, reveille! End the illusions,
Grasp matter, grasp life, immerse yourself,
Feel, create, understand! No time for fear,
No time for questions! Function!
Function now! Grow up, wake up!
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