Remembering The Emperor.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

to explore the boundaries

between
meaning
and
non-meaning

,
the outer edges
of comprehension

, disrupting
cultural

norms.......i hear you.

u live between them.
i live here in the middle of
the boundary

once i said, there is no
meaning,
and then i shifted to meaning
to save a boat from sinking
since it carrying a hundred
kids,

i was not there.

where is the meaning of the boat that sank and killed
all of them?

to live you delete any meaning of that form.

to live, you draw a boat, you put children there
and you put the good weather, there was no storm
after all

the blindness of the elephant, the waking old men
the kindness of the emperor who smiles at the child

there is no cover. that is the meaning of that truth.
the truth is the nudity of it all.