Theme
From the standpoint of
eternity, all knowledge
is provisional.
Variation
After slurping down
a bit of wine and plumbing
the libidinal,
we argued body,
soul and mind. Our logic was
drunken, minimal.
Something about the
triad’s mix in the noggin
of a criminal.
I thought I knew it all
back then. My knowledge was
not original.
It was tit for tat.
If she said “progress,” I spat
back “traditional.”
Although my throat would
get so dry, I’d wax bold and
inquisitional.
Each time I got the
last word in, I’d bark a curt
in addition-al.
But this time the last
word fell to her. “Don’t be so
oppositional!
For Buddha says that
body and mind and soul are
not divisional.
In the depths of time,
your thoughts, my dear, are dumb and
quite provisional!”
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