Oracle Poem by Rhys Owens

Oracle



Consult the oracle,
Everyday, ―morning, in the newspaper, at the store.
Or don't.

And step outside watch the cows mooing silently across the edge
Of the world. One tiny step in the sand...
Boomerang of Happenings, secular ping-pong of baseballs
Batted from one side of the field to the other.
And back again.

Manage your money however you see fit. Business scores
And tattles are a waste of print: spring cleaning suggestions
Are secrets to be uncovered easily, under your nosewise.
Eat whatever comes your way that satisfies―the body.
But follow numbers, loosely; and carry instructions to foreign lands,
And in mystic sacks.

Beware of all bad poetry: (especially, if you write it)
No! forget that, Especially if written by someone else.
Even great! Don't let them sneak it pass on you.
Those endorsements can be regretted.

Originality has no course to be sullied!

Drink the newest water, for it is wisest.
Eat the wine in your meat, swallow it whole and
Casually as the potion the wizard handed you in that dream.
Know the blood of your lover; smell it, see it, feel it in your
Veins, in your mind's heart's eyes―seek them out,
And make mutual promises. Now you know
Their soul.

See it all in a dream; if you want it, don't expect it,
Take it. It was offered by Up High. The divine list,
Mystic delirium. Shoulder the blame, along the way.
You're right if you hold on to those promises.

And it will tell you all you know.
And it will clarify those certain ends.
And it will declare no Fate it cannot understand.

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