My Soul Longs [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The shock of seeing what little work there is given
to another, someone with such an immediate sense
of concrete, material world nothing except sensory
perception exists; I'm the first to commend her for
carrying out all administrative & routine projects so
much better than I - bureaucratic life's actually very
foreign to my psyche & simply serves as a brilliant
background for a modern opera about government

service: sadly I watched the work gobbled up by the
clever person with a closed mind who can only see
three steps ahead, & nothing anywhere else; such
a wonderful worker, an ethical moral person whose
integrity is beyond any doubt, kind and considerate,
but without any desire to understand anything else
ever - rejecting quantum physics as nonsensical -
unwilling to know the world as a hologram,

illusionary reality as bureaucratic imperative being
the beginning and end of her life - and I don't know
what to say as I'll keep the peace agreeing with all
she says because it's better to be happy than to be
right - suffocating behind a spiritual mask honouring
everyone's right to their relative truth while my soul
longs for a wide view of infinite dimensions