Help Poem by Ewan Paterson

He crawled the mountain
nose to rock
and at the pinnacle
viewed The Gulf of Difference.

Rain played dischordant
on the waters
in cacophonic blues
beautiful as Albert Ayler
herald of a heaven
known only to God
the holy interger

in our world of pii.
Root of roundness.
Finite but incomplete.
Subtracted to leave the weight
for self determination
in a new Eden.

May your will be strong
for ambiguous Utopia
alpha or epsilon
barren mother of pleasure

linear, soma, placebo.
Time is wrong
to be truly free

we must know
what from.