Reality from Reality by Sir William Karl

Reality

Shadows pass in the dappled light
pause to stare and then take flight
down to the creek where the bush grows thick
Poking the world with their pointy sticks

Fond of food and love
turning over rocks to look for grubs
A bounty broad, a scattered gift
then marking up the cliffs with Petroglyphs

At days end they gather
around the fires light
how close the dark
how high the sky
how far away the stars

The unrelenting loyalty
of the world all around
In the teeth of reality you’ll find
what you can count on

I see the light of distant, island beacons
within the great seas of ignorance
the close at hand?
a coupling, a kiss, an embrace
fading so quickly to happenstance

The tumbling, random events
with which I interact
how can I figure this shit out
when those fuckers can’t talk back

I see your smile as you settle out
giving voice to the deaf and mute forces
the woven stories and metaphors
bestowing
circumstance with an empathetic grace




The handshake exchange
with the puppet that’s made
fills in the cracks in the back
The questions unasked
over centuries wane
as fables take up the slack

Yet wandering minds
lift up the blinds
to peek out under the vales
and rejoice in details
the cut and the thrust
while disturbing a thick layer of dust

The eater of stars on his dragon’s hoard
Strips the world of all that is good
“You’ll not have warm without my fold.
by the written text, do what you are told
or haunt the skeletal remains out in the cold”

Set aside for simple words
the complex nature of the world
and damn to hell any who would otherwise would tell you
with your self worth tied to the absurd
and oft occurs, you’ll find, a twist in everyday
that from experience that you can’t reconcile

and as the heretic on the pyre writhes
the flames consume the flesh
but reality remains unchanged

Was it not an act of compassion
to give the world a voice
to lend the heart of emotion
to everything

Laying the layers of narrative
cross the seas of ignorance
while from tottering shoulders
the insights come
and we’d hoped to know it all
filling up that space
like tessellated puzzle pieces
cover the place


The sulking stories
slink off to holes
between the known to hide
And a god of circumstance
is just ignorance formalized
nothing but to deny
Our part in the peace
of a world that works
and everything we’ll ever find

Now when the swirls are sharp
and crisply defined
the winding down is winding you up
entropies clone
but in the end you’ll have the last laugh
raising like a great ship in a lock

oh to come so far, in what is known

Do we abandon all that we had before?
the comfort and pride that bound us
we’ll know no more?

from where arose those feelings
were they ever theirs to give you
are they not of this world
for you to call around to find you

It did not come to be
when you came around
it had been there all along

Embraced or denied
everything you’ve done, been or felt
belongs here
where your light has ever shone
so welcome home
won’t you raise that lantern high
above your head

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