An Extremity of Polar Opposites
Attached to Plastic Magnets;
A Walking Hypocrisy
Jogging underwater;
Weightless Gravity
Inside an Absolute Vacuum;
Unconscious Thought
Inside the Mainframe of a Super Computer;
A Penguin that Flies south for the Summer
Through a coal storm on a black and white TV;
Clocks melting backwards
Behind surreal sarcasm and cynicism
Somewhere between Time and Money;
Can't figure which is more of an illusion?
I thought I knew myself,
Turned out it was just an illusion
Performed by Society's conformity
With transparent masks;
I'm outta ink,
I'll write with blood
Till I pass out;
After that I'll keep writing in my head
Looking for the answer;
Where did I leave it?
Past lives
In between words and incidental incantations;
Where was my first clue?
In a book?
In a song?
In a poem?
Why can't I remember?
Why can't I find it?
'Trust your instinct, ' says The voice;
'Instinct is drawn to the force that binds us all.'
The line 'Miles To Go Before I Sleep'
Pops into my head,
So we shall start with
Frost
Joseph DeMarco
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem