I Believe

i believe in the power of the seen
to defeat itself against the omnipotent
to derail the tracks upon which its bound
to further the freedom of wonder
to continue the strife which holds its hand
to let go of the doubt induced by an old man
to reach a point beyond the eyes
to touch the dead and speak to war

i believe in the lines of the canyon grand
that count the steps of the victory down.

I believe in homer, neruda, whitman, poe,
dickinson, goethe, houelbeuq, blake,
tesla, twain, kearoac, byron, bergman,
tolstey, thomas, emerson, sartre, thouroe,
and all the fakes
who cry for truth

i believe in the voices
in the blindness of day
in the calling of illusions
in the walking of our past
in the chance of the present still
embedded in the possibility given in tomorrow's view

i believe in my own wishes
in the meaninglessness of pain
in the silence of sex
in the erotic movement of violence
in the phallic deflation of war
in the fullness of men
in the brute filling of honest women

i believe in the gentleness of the strangling hand
in the amniotic darkness of sensation
in the solitude of the space between
in the finitude of birth, in the inevitability of birthing
in the finality of choice
in the eternal pessimism of the answer
and in the inconsolable optimism of the question

i believe in perception
in the possibility of tangibility
and the destiny of everything that reaches
in the non existence of over and the sanctity of the ineffable consistency
in the darkness of mere thought
and the possibility of small oceans

i believe in the undiscovered self
and the redemptive possibilities of shadow's light

i believe in freedom
and all my beliefs to be free from