Rob Schackne #331 - strange new poem

strange new poem

i)

you can see it's a surf beach

the shoaled hours invisible

what makes us dance in gold

i won't doubt the arguments

that claim we're not special

but lord please look at it

and tell me there's no purpose

because we're no different

ii)

he's playing his favorite instrument

the guqin at the end of the world

her hands are hidden

clearly they're both insane

strange new poem

how far a pattern comes

see them making love on a planet

where mind and shell aren't intended

for hearts to work or their souls to know