The Ultimate Message. Poem by RIC BASTASA

my dear heart
try to distinguish
bias from prejudice.
study well the hawk
and the eagle
or the worm and the
glowworm.
fireflies and fireplaces
matter a lot.
nuance and accent,
moron and oxymoron.
to an ostrich camels
do not matter, bird is
a prejudice.
camel is not necessarily
a meal. or male, or
mill.
you have a craft of threads.
could be life, a thread
outside the eye of a
needle.
my dear soul, keep calm.
this body is
temporary. You do not
need it. You are eternal.
i pity that woman who
says that today she is
driving her car without
a known direction, a place
to stay or hide.
men are monsters hungry
for his story.
upon equality, same brains
and hearts, why should
one claim the inferiority
of being lost? the caterpillar
with its feet finds it hard
to understand.
yes Alice, wonderland is
a fact. Cheshire is real.
watch a movie yesterday.
found another Alice.
and some tiny shoes.
do not tell me about Cinderella.
it will make this
poem lengthy.

i would be cut short by this.
in here nothing is
worth saying.
no one is worth the greatness
of his claim.
it is a moonlit night.
all girls are beautiful
all boys are in a hurry to
become men.
parents are worried.

grandpa is dead.
wife is still alive.