To Have Red What Written Last Poem by Max McGovern

When the letters blend and blur
Sights un-seeing can occur.

And in this moment
You’ll be shown it.
Can’t you feel your mind’s too pure?

And in this place
You can’t erase
There’s no escape from life and lure.
Only time and understanding
Can reel the pain into this cure.

So the night shines wildly young
As the days glow tired and old
And the dead seek true and good
As the living rot and mold.

What use am I amidst this madness,
Playing fool upon the fools.

Using tools like conscious sadness
To disguise these life-bound rules.

And whose rulings really matter
Growing fatter from the gruel.
Grueling knowledge, from the solace,
As the latter life-realm cools.

And if I seek Him, if I find Him
If I tweak Him and define Him
Can I really quantify Him
Into Watts and Zotts and Joules?

Would I want to?
Should I want to?
I’m asking you because you know.

The question lies here innocent,
This print like angels on the snow.

I know what I’m supposed to leave here,
But which way to stray and go?
I know the place remains with vouchers,
New temptations must forego.

Intimation: follow slouchers,
Waiting for a glimpse at more.
“Buy your tickets from those grouchers
In the trash cans by the door.”

“No thanks.” He tries,
and bloodshot eyes
Can see the hole the Om hath tore.

Halos taunting useless light
I used to view with lifeless bore.

Core believing, core deceiving.
Phosphorescence, I deplore.

Om’s transmissions I’m receiving,
“Love it all, this I implore.”
Heartbeat remains, as silence stains,
The space of darkness left. Explore.