bullets of logic

By Roberto Lavidez

balance is continually

thrown off balance

there is no backstage

to rehearse reality of

performance

everything is

horrible and funny

at the same time

giving thought

over the unthought

tests the limits of belief

lives entirely controlled

by abstractions

in the realm of

quantum uncertainty

redolent with the

subtlest nuances of

meaning

war would be beautiful

if there were no guns

trenches would be

defended by children

their innocence shielded

from bullets of logic

that erases potentialities

an ardent desire to

refashion the world

is put to sleep for

hundreds of years

lose earth is

defended by

those laid to be

torn apart by birds

and thus carried up

into the sky full of

shapes and

swarming shadows

warps and curves

in the fabric of space

guarded by nature’s

sleight of hand

in the amount of

symmetry embodied

by the universe

you hear

dogs fighting

in the distance

violence never really

disappears in time

of peace

foggy haze

of earliest moments

a black dripping sun

has arisen

a vain attempt to settle

on a nest located by a

turbulent seashore

©robertolavidez2012